Talking About Mental Health

So the last two times I’ve seen my dad he’s brought up my mental health. I like that he cares because most people don’t ask but, when he brings it up I don’t know how to talk about it. It’s not uncomfortable for him to bring up his own depression but my mental health is connected deeply to my childhood.

I know it. He knows it and actually I saw a therapist to talk about my issues surrounding childhood. I stopped going though but that’s not the point. The point is he keeps bringing it up. Actually he brought up pretty much every uncomfortable subject to talk about. I almost got up to dance with his girlfriend just to avoid it anymore.

I guess I just feel weird because all of a sudden he wants to know everything about it and I’ve been dealing with it my whole life. He keeps bringing up medication and therapy and I’m not feeling it. Maybe therapy but no to medication. He said his girlfriend has been on medication for 10 years. You know that’s great for her but I just don’t see that for myself.

I don’t want to depend on a pill to mellow me out. And if I don’t take it or forget to I don’t wanna have my mood change in a snap.

Anyway, I know things will get better once I start classes. I also need to fix my sleeping schedule.

I’m going to try to write more. Probably about music cause that’s what I love to write about. But maybe some stories and journal prompts.

I don’t know, I’ll figure it out.

The Importance of a Routine.

I never realized how essential it was for me to have a routine. I never thought of myself as someone needed a constant schedule to keep myself sane. It wasn’t until I left high school that I got smacked with the worst episode of depression I ever had. As soon as I had no reasons to get out of bed, I didn’t. The only friends I had were a group of guys who were slowly pushing me out of their group and when they weren’t around I didn’t know how to deal with myself.

I spent a good two and a half years just utterly miserable. And a few other things contributed to that mostly it was because I had no sort of routine. My sleep schedule was fucked, I didn’t eat at normal times and I felt terrible about my entire being.

Then something snapped inside me and I enrolled in college (for the second time) just to have a reason to get up in the morning. High school was rough for me but it was that boring and constant schedule that kept my depression in check (most times). Without it I just kind of fell apart.

Once I started college I was okay again. I had my routine of getting up and getting to class every day. But when breaks between each semester happened and I didn’t have anything to occupy my time, it happened again. I would be okay for a little while after the semester was over but then it was back to the same old shit.

I tried to keep myself from getting depressed. I wrote, I binge watched shows and I came up with mini projects for myself. Clean out this or make something with that but, it was all just temporary. Because I knew sooner or later I was going to run out of things to do or distract myself with. They’re all just temporary solutions to a developmental problem, I know this.

I stopped seeing a therapist a long time ago which probably wasn’t the right move but that’s what I did and I really don’t want to go back and have them try to put me on medication. It works for some people and I’m not knocking them, you do you, but I just don’t think it would work for me.

So here I am for the hundredth time, dealing with the same old shit. I’ve got a little over a month till I go back to college and I’m not looking forward to those days. I will complain, with the rest of my peers, about needing time off and a vacation from my classes but in reality I love going to college. I love waking up with a purpose. Even if that purpose is just to get myself to class and not fall asleep.

I’m so mad at myself because I told myself this time things would be different. I had a list of things I wanted to accomplish this summer and I haven’t done any of them. I didn’t even try. Also a couple weeks ago I got really sick and now it’s made me paranoid that it might happen again.

The point of this pointless post is that I need to make a routine for myself and follow it. At least get my sleep schedule semi normal because right now it’s a hot mess. As am I. I want to leave the house tomorrow  but I don’t at the same time because even thinking about it makes me anxious. My dog needs to go to the vet and the last few times I went with I had to leave the room because I was too anxious.

I’m hoping for better days. Cooler days where the sky is blue and I can stand the sun because right now everything is too bright and dark at the same time.

It’s just a name…

It’s just a name

I say to myself

I close my eyes

Erase your face

It’s just a name

I say to myself

I cover my ears

Block your voice

It’s just a name

I say to myself

I feel you pull away, again

It’s just a name

I say to myself

I smell summer

You flood my memories

It’s just a name

I say to myself

I float

You sink

Back where we belong

It’s just a name

Writing is hard

I’ve opened every story on my computer and re read them over and over but I never added anything new. I’ve looked at pictures for inspiration. Watched T.V shows. Read a book but every time I go to type, nothing wants to come out.

I feel like I want to write but then I don’t.

I’ve also been sick and that’s no fun.

The Deftones and Rise Against concert was awesome.

I went to Knobles which was fun too but when I got home I got hit with a flu/cold. It was hell having a fever at night and getting literally an hour or two of sleep every night. Then once the fever went away I was coughing non stop and now I still have a little cough and my chest still hurts from said coughing. Also sometimes my ear closes from being stuffed up.

So while I was in utter agony I decided to binge watch Lucifer which was a good way to spend my time. I finished both seasons and have come away with questions and a serious crush on Tom Ellis.

The good news about being sick was that I didn’t care that I didn’t have anything to do but now that I’m better I can feel depression coming back. Just gotta find things to look forward to again.

I started watching The Path and it’s okay but a little slow. I like the “cult” angle of the show. I’ve been interested in people in cults and what makes people join cults.

Back to writing being hard, maybe if I try writing with like pen and paper. Sometimes If I change the medium I can write more freely. Idk maybe I’ll try that.

I’m sure once classes start I’ll be full of ideas lol.

Anyway this has been a kinda stream of conciousness/ what’s on my mind post.

My head hurts and it’s hot as hell

The beginning of the week is my least favorite. I mean weekends really aren’t much different but there’s less time to think. During the week that’s all I do. I think about how I should have said this instead of that or I should have done this sooner instead of waiting so long.

See, too much time.

It’s hard to have a routine when you literally have nothing to wake up for or to. That sounds melodramatic, sorry what I meant was I don’t have a reason to get out of bed other than the fact that I should,

I’m fine once I’m going to classes because I get into a routine and everything is good. But once that routine is gone, I’m lost.

I NEED a reason to get out of bed or I won’t do it. And the longer I stay in bed the worse it gets. I know this but I can’t stop myself from being depressed. If I could I would. I mean duh, who wants to be depressed.

So today I was in bed most of the day. I managed to do some wash and work on the collage thing I was working on but I didn’t do enough to feel good.

The heat isn’t helping either, or the fact that I’m afraid to turn on my AC because when I took the thingy off I found a bee’s hive inside the grate box thing that my AC is in. I need the AC but I also don’t want a swarm of bees coming in my vent, ya know?

So I have my fan blowing directly on me but it’s only reaching half of my body. So my legs are cool but the top half of me is sweaty. Blehh.

I keep telling myself that I just have stay positive and remind myself of things i have to look forward to, but what happens when those things run out?

This was a depressing Monday. But at least it’s almost over.

Shower with me Sunday

Not literally but you’ll get the point.

When I say shower with me I meant shower yourself with positive affirmations…with me.

I don’t know it’s a work in progress. So I’m going to embrace the self love trend and list things that I love/like about myself and five of them have to be about my appearance.

Now I’ve done this before but I always followed it up with something negative, which defeats the purpose. So I’m not going to do that.

I love dancing in my underwear when I get out of the shower. Like really love it. I stand in front of the mirror and dance along to whatever music I have on and I feel amazing.

I love my back dimples. When I wear crop tops I want other people to see them and love them too.

I love the little cluster of moles on my arm that kinda look like the big dipper if  I connect them.

I love the scar on my elbow and the story of how I got. Long story short I tried to kick a ball that was rolling towards me (very slowly), missed and then when I brought my foot back I tripped over it.

I love the three moles in between my middle and ring finger. If I connect the dots they make a triangle (Illuminati confirmed)

I love when I can make my best friends laugh because I actually think I’m funny and when I make them laugh, it makes me laugh.

I love when I get a burst of inspiration and end up making a collage at 2 in the morning.

So that’s all I’ve got, for now. So I guess I need to find more stuff that I love about myself.

It’s harder than you think.

Try it out!

Also I think I’m going to change this to Self Love Sunday, it sounds better.



26 things that happened today

  1. I woke up at 7:30 from a dream where their was a girl who could predict the weather.
  2. I wrote it down and stayed up writing another story for 3 hours.
  3. I got up and mom made me dippy eggs.
  4. I found out she threw away my pizza 😦
  5. We took my dog for a walk.
  6. We went to the store.
  7. My friend wished me a happy birthday
  8. I got a slice of cake.
  9. I came home and ate.
  10. I gave my dog a bath
  11. I finished this outline of something I’ve been working on.
  12. My dad called and told me he wanted to take me out to eat.
  13. I watch Avenged Sevenfold live in LBC until he came and got me.
  14. My dad told me a story about how he got one of his friends to drink pee that was in a beer bottle
  15. I told him about my party.
  16. We ate, he got hot wings and I got pulled pork.
  17. We talk about the Deftones concert which is next Saturday (heart eyes)
  18. I told him about the last Deftones concert.
  19. We talked about how much you love to play the drums.
  20. You took me to where you practice your drums (it’s a storage container)
  21. I saw a little bunny.
  22. You closed it which made me a little anxious but I was okay after a while.
  23. We left and you played me some more of your recordings.
  24. You told me you were excited for next weekend i said me too, hug and kiss.
  25. I got out of the car and spotted my hot neighbor.
  26. You said oh by the way if you get tired of me talking about music just tell me I said no of course not. The hot neighbor smiled and I said hi.

So that was my birthday.

Note to self: Introduce myself to the hot neighbor oh and screw you for not wishing me a happy birthday


F*ck it Friday

Soooo I don’t really know what to write about or post so I’m just going to write about what’s on my mind right now.

The main thing is the fact that I’m turning 26 in a few hours (5:15 am) to be exact. Birthdays kind of got shitty once I hit a certain age. I think the last birthday where I didn’t get depressed was my 17th or 18th birthday. Ever since then I get depressed the whole week leading up to my birthday and usually on my birthday.

I feel like every year it gets worse. I think if I get out of the house for a little bit tomorrow I’ll be fine. I got some wine so at least I can have a drink if I want. I’ve got my concert to look forward to and I’m hoping my dad remembers.

I haven’t heard from him in a while which make s me nervous. But he knows how much this concert means to me.

I guess that’s how I can keep from getting depressed. Just keep finding stuff to look forward to. Also I have to get out of bed before 10 because sleeping in is really bad for me.

I also want to start doing some stretching and Pilates. I have this yoga mat and I haven’t done shit with it. I want to read more and continue to write everyday.

Also I miss being a part of your stupid group. Just standing there the other day for 15 minutes made me think for a second that i belonged. But I don’t. Thanks for making me feel that way though. And making me laugh.

I have so much I need to do. I need to get my god damn license. Ughhh having drivers anxiety fucking sucks. Having any type of anxiety sucks.

It doesn’t just happen if I’m driving, I feel it when other people drive. Fuck! I have to go get my permit renewed! But really, what’s the point? I’m not using it so why renew it. Ughh I’m being so negative. Gotta stop.

Okay let’s write about something else. Paramore’s new album After Laughter is freaking AMAZING!! It hasn’t even been out for a month and I know it’s going to be my favorite album of 2017.

Listen to it, it’s amazing. The lyrics are amazing and it just makes me feel so understood when I listen to it. Their albums just keep getting better and better in my opinion. I want to see them in October!

So I think I typed enough nonsense. I’m going to go write or try to find a way to watch Wynonna Earp season 2. By the way, the show is freaking awesome and season 1 is on Netflix. Go Watch it!!!!

So tomorrow I might do a thing where I write about 26 things I’ve learned or something like that.

Till then…

Throwback Writing

Not feeling very creative. To be honest the closer it gets to my birthday, the more depressed I get. Still going to try and write everyday though. This time I’m going to post some old poems and write what I think about them now.


You take it from me and start running.

I run after you

Round and round we go

You like that I always chase after you

I can see the smile on your face.

Chasing after you until I’m practically out of breath.

And now I can’t breathe.

Everything becomes clear.

I stop as you keep running.

“I’m not chasing after you anymore!” I yell

I start walking away.

I don’t have to look back to know you’re smiling

Thinking to yourself oh yes you will

You always will


I actually like this poem a lot and this is hundred percent about me being tired of chasing after people. It really sucked having friendships that felt one sided and I think this poem really sums that up.


I plant my feet

Push off

Higher and higher

I’m at the top

I’m not scared though

I jump and land on my feet

The ground is soft (Playground)


Scrapped knees were a big problem

But it didn’t stop me from

Running down the sidewalk

Jumping off the swing

Riding my bike

I fell hard but

I got back up

My tears dried and I healed (scrapped knees)


These poem are a part of an idea I had a while ago where I wanted to write poems based off different stages in my life. These were based off my early childhood. I still like this idea and I might continue it. I might change the title of them though.

Picture Prompt Wednesday

So originally I was going to get a prompt out of this book I have but when I was trying to write it felt forced. I’ve always found inspiration when looking at pictures so, I decided to find one and write something from it. It may or may not end up in one of my stories someday. Also the picture is not mine, I found it on Pinterest and included the Tumblr blog from where it’s from. I really enjoy doing these little exercises and flexing my creative muscles. Critiques are welcome 🙂

I’m wearing white. Is that disrespectful? Are my clothes offending you? Everyone is long gone so there’s no one here to say,

“Sorry for your loss.”

Even if they did, I don’t feel like I lost anything. If anything I feel free, free from you and free from them.

So why am I here, staring at your freshly dug grave while the rain trickles off my umbrella? I need to see it with my own eyes. I need to know that you are gone, seeing your name printed in the obituaries wasn’t enough for me.

You wouldn’t approve of the lipstick I’m wearing. I still hesitate when I do anything that was against your rules. But then I remind myself,

You are your own person. You don’t have to feel bad for enjoying “sinful” things.”

In other words, I don’t have to have to feel bad for enjoying life. I’ll be able to enjoy it even more now that you’re gone.

I walk up to the edge of your grave and feel my beige heels sink into the mud. I never gave much thought to what my last words would be to you. I wish I could leave with the same thing you left me, actually I take that back I don’t wish that on anyone, even you.

“You ready to go?”

I nod, turn away from you and walk into my new life.