The One Where the Therapist Never Shows Up
I showed up thirty minutes early. I was already four and a half years late, in a way. I don't want to be any more late than that.
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More Espresso, Less Depresso
I'm tucked in a package, sometimes sealed in a capsule, or sometimes chilling in a ready-made bottle–always ready to embark on an adventure. But no matter the form, my purpose stays the same: to wake you up.
"I think you're being too harsh on yourself"
If there's someone I recommend you to compare, I think it would be your past self. Instead of measuring yourself against others, try reflecting on your past self and recognize how far you've come.
I’m Still Here—and That’s Kinda Cool
Happy Birthday, Matt.
Every Flag Looks Red If You're Looking Through Red-Filtered Glasses
Anxiety is as real as a fire alarm during a false alarm. Nothing's actually burning, but still you feel the urge to flee, to run away from the scene, to go somewhere safe.
I Don't Want to Die, I Just Don't Want This
I hope you manage to find a little happiness in everything you do and everywhere you go.
Dear Host: A Letter from Your Bipolar Disorder
You probably don't remember inviting me.