The Weight of the World is Not Mine to Carry
Since high school, I have struggled with chronic depression. It took a year of feeling tidal wave after tidal wave of sadness to admit to myself I was depressed, and even after the internal reckoning, the obligation I felt to my family and my friends to “be okay” ran deep.
On Being Twenty
I feel like I’m constantly being asked “what’s next?” Although I’ve learned to adapt and field questions like these, especially when it pertains to the looming and ambiguous “future”, the thought of change has always overwhelmed me.