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.
The Side Effect of Love
August is always a whirlwind of emotions for me: the stress and excitement that comes with a new school year, the nostalgia for the end of beach days and bare feet, the grief of another year without two of my favorite people, my nana and my dad.
Birthdays After Death
January is the time of rebirth — the month of novelty. My January has undertones of these feelings of newness, but they are always overwhelmed by the presence of my father and his legacy.