Mental Health · Positivity

I’m ready!!

I’m ready to kick some booty this semester, because last really kicked mine. Getting organized by labelling what to read and by when. I some how ended up with 3 heavy reading courses (rip me) but I’m ready!

Some awesome things that have happened recently: I have joined an OCD group, focused on exposure therapy. I’m super excited to learn strategies to handle things I didn’t even know were abnormal until recently!! Next, I joined a knitting club, lmao 😂 something I’ve always wanted to try. I’m kind of getting back into writing (poetry?) because doing it badly is better than not doing it all, right!?

Here is the latest:


Lastly, I had a weird realization the other day: I’ve been learning all about myself the last few weeks. Like you know when you are becoming friends with someone new, and you learn about what they like and how they are, etc.? That’s what’s happening to me, but for me!! It’s hard to explain and probably sounds silly, but I didn’t realize how little love I had for myself until I was forced to face it.

I’m just doing me and forgetting about the rest. It’s 10/10. Highly recommend.

I hope spring semester, (or just January-April), has treated you all kindly thus far, and continues to be good for you. ♥️


Mental Health · Positivity


I’ve been hiding from the world.

Not because I’m scared, but because I’m recharging. Cocooning if you will.

The past few New Years Eves, my boyfriend and I have stayed home, made a nest of cozy blankets, had buckets of snacks, and just hung out and reflected on our year.

This is SUCH a lovely tradition.

Last night we added onto our tradition, and rang in 2019 by writing down everything we didn’t want to take into the new year, and burned them. We watched them burn and released them from our worries.

It was cheesy, beautiful, and SO necessary.

I highly encourage anyone who needs to let something go to write it down and watch it burn. You owe it to yourself to rid your mind of the toxic worry and self loathing.

I’m ready to begin 2019 refreshed and ready to focus on building me up. I’m ready to fly 🦋 #choosingme2019



Mental Health · Positivity


The holidays are a stressful time for everyone. Expectations, expectations, expectations. What are you doing with your degree? When will you finish? What did you get everyone? How long are you staying? What are we doing today, together? Are you happy now? Are you seeing all of your friends? You shouldn’t eat that! Are you happy now? When are you getting married? Kids? Savings? Shopping? What are you doing with your life?

Amplified expectations.

The majority of these expectations, I’m realizing, are self inflicted. Your aunt may ask, your mom may pry, your grandma may wonder, but it’s you that is in control. Step back, and examine how you accept these comments.

It is ultimately your life. If you are taking an extra year on your degree, great! You will finish. You don’t need to get married or have kids yet; only when you’re ready. If you need to go home early because you’re “familied out”, GO. If you don’t feel comfortable being who you are around your family, that’s okay.

At the end of the day, everyone just wants what is best for you. I promise you that stressing to meet everyone else’s expectation is not that. The best person who knows what’s beat for you is you… and your mom so listen to her (90% of the time). The holidays are filled with so many expectations, so it’s our duty to protect ourselves from them. Ultimately, you are in control. Whether it’s anxiety, life decisions, or what to eat, do what is best for you and don’t beat yourself up for it. Loved ones will have opinions, but at the end of the day, happiness and wellness are the only priorities that should dictate change in your life.


** here is my best boi, unapologetically living his best chubby life. do you, boo boo. **


Mental Health

Thank u, next

It’s really easy to get carried away and swept up in the interpretations that others have made about who you are. I for one am very, very guilty of this, to a fault. I will drag myself down to a bad place just trying to get someone to reconsider. I will never give up because I believe that I can’t stop trying, I must fix it. I have to.

I’m learning time and time again that some people are just not worth it after the 50th time. Know yourself. Know who you are. Know what you’ve done, and how hard you’ve tried because in the end, that’s all you can do.

2018 has been a year of loss in many ways, and it’s my decision of what I take from it. With anxiety and depression it can be really hard to see the silver linings, and you can find yourself just going around and around in a circle of “could’ve, should’ve, would’ve”, and it will literally bring you down, down, down so far, (week and a half ago). Put the effort into yourself, your loved ones, the ones who remain.

You are not the words of someone else. Wish em well, say yikes, and move on. Thank u, next, ✌🏻


Mental Health


This weekend I decided to just run away from everything and go home, and it was probably the best decision I’ve ever made.

I just packed my things, got on a ferry, and completely forgot about my life in Van for a few days. I ignored my phone, and just played games and spent time with family.

I’m so so so thankful for my mom, she is amazing. I came home to flowers and snacks and so much love. I’m so grateful to have her in my life.

It was nice to refresh and recharge before taking on the chaos of the next 2 weeks.

I’m feeling very overwhelmed this morning because now I’m back and need to face the realities that I have 3 exams coming up, and so little time to study. I’m going to make a list and do my best.

This one step at a time thing is like a foreign language to me, so here goes.

Let’s be kind to ourselves in this time of chaos. ♥️

Much love,


Mental Health


How do you thank someone for changing your life?

Where can I find the words at such an intense level of gratitude and love that will allow someone to understand exactly how I feel?

I’ve watched myself slip further and further away, and with every ounce of force I’m convinced to resist him with, his grip only grows tighter on me.

I will never understand what I did to deserve the love, forgiveness, kindness, and patience you’ve shown me.

I know it’s been hard lately, and I can’t imagine how you must feel. Please just know that none of this is because of you.

To the most accommodating, compassionate, intelligent, charming man I’ve ever had the privilege to know, let alone call my own, thank you for the most loving 4 years of my life.

You deserve everything this universe has to offer, and more. Happy Anniversary, Michael.

So, so, so, so much love,


Mental Health


Wednesday I was open. I was honest. I circled yes on the big question. I didn’t hide.

Wednesday was the darkest day of my life.

I watched the receptionists face as she turned the page over and she saw my answer. I watched her as she got up and walked to the back. I was frozen. And nervous. I thought they must be thinking that I’m just asking for attention.

She called my name and I grabbed my things. I went into the room, and I just starting crying, uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop. For a good 2 solid minutes I just cried, and she just witnessed.

She asked me what my plan was. She asked me how I felt. She made it normal, and safe.

I don’t think either of us realized the level I was at until we were both in that room.

She gave me a room to nap in until the doctor was ready. I had to see a doctor? I thought this was a 20 minute meeting? She told me if I left, she’d have to get someone to find me. Woah. Am I crazy?

I couldn’t nap because I felt so guilty. I haven’t been truthful to my mom. She thinks everything is fine, but nothing is fine. She would freak out if I was honest with her though. She’s so dramatic.

I texted my mom the truth. She reacted just fine. She was reassuring and kind.

The doctor was so kind. I can’t even put it into words. She just got it. There was no “sleep more, eat better, exercise”. She broke everything I was feeling down into words. She sat with me for an hour and just talked with me. She asked me how I was feeling, she told me stories. She told me that she wants to be my doctor from now on, as long as I’m at university.

The doctor was an angel. We made a plan for the next 2 weeks. I’m going to write my exams but if I am unable to, they will void my semester with no academic penalty. You can do that???

I’m going back on this stuff. It’s time.

I have appointments lined up, and I have my word that I’d be there. My word. I can’t break my word.

Why am I saying all of this? Why am I so open? I honestly couldn’t tell you, but I guess I just want the world to know. There is pain behind every smile. There is someone out there right now that you know, that’s hurting. You don’t know.

Check up on your friends.

Really check.

Much love,


Mental Health

Dear Depression,

Dear Depression,

I hate using you in a sentence. I literally hate using the word “depression”, but I don’t know else how to explain the feelings and thoughts you send my way. I hate complaining about how I feel, and how sad I am. How unhappy I am.


Some moments you don’t even let me know whether or not I love my boyfriend. I don’t even know if I’m really sad. The tears just pour out while I stare at the wall.

Some moments you hit me with emotions, and they just come flooding in so hecking strong out of absolutely no where, and I can’t do anything but cry.

You tell me, stronger now than ever, that I am a problem. To everyone. You’re convincing me that the world is better without me. That there is comfort in unexistence. That people would be happier if I wasn’t around.

Some moments you get the best of me, and I believe you. I allow myself to fall deep into your dark realities.

You convince me that telling others about what I’m feeling is just asking for attention, or that people will judge me. You tell me that no one wants to hear it and that I have to hide it. That I should just disappear secretly and stop causing problems.

I can’t accept it though. I will not let you take me. I will not stop fighting. I will tell on you. I will tell everyone. I love life. I love love. I love me. And I am going to conquer you. Even though it’s getting harder and harder, I will not fail.

The girl who won’t give up.

PS Come on man, you’re cramping my independent, badass style I’m trying to radiate. Piss off, will ya?



Mental Health

The Waiting Game

I’m so sorry that it’s been so long. It’s been a long few months.

Today I’m going to rant. I saw this post on Facebook this morning:



Being waitlisted because you’re not hearing voices. Or because your reoccurring thoughts of suicide haven’t quite turned into downright plans. I was waitlisted for 6 months, (no seriously, from May-November), because the doctor deemed me “not bad enough”. Because I didn’t have actual plans to take my own life, or because my lack of schizophrenia was too normal.

Waiting and waiting and feeling stupid for even asking. You see those commercials that say “don’t wait, ask for help”. Well what about when you do and you’re dismissed? Being told and treated as “it could be worse”? That makes it worse.

Over the course of the 6 months that I had been waiting, I have watched myself fall further and further from happiness. While my thoughts of suicide may not be plans, they are getting awfully close. My panic and anxiety are 24/7, I can barely get through classes without having to mentally check out and calm down. My OCD is so heightened, that half of my nights now just walking around my house, sleepless, and unintentionally formulating new rituals to try and satisfy my lack of control.

Now I validate 1000% that there are people that desperately need support more than others. I am so happy that they are getting help, and the message I’m trying to relay is not that I am in any way more important than another. I am so thankful to live in a country where mental health is a priority and there are resources, a large percentage of them even being free.

I am simply trying to illustrate that if my mental health had been taken seriously when I originally built up the courage to ask for help, I more than likely, would not have slipped as far as I have. You leave the doctor’s office feeling like an idiot for even trying because you feel unwell, but you are dismissed. There seems to be nothing physically wrong with you, so you’re fine, right?

The demand is still far surpassing the supply of Mental health resources. The majority of doctors seem to lack strategies for treating patients with mental illness. This is simply just my opinion.

Rant over.

I hope you are all doing well! ♥️♥️♥️

Lots of love,


Mental Health · Wellness

I Hate Being Sick

I really hate being sick. The last few days have sucked! I’ve been sick and felt super useless, which is super hard for me to accept. I stand up to get something done, and then I feel dizzy. Being sick is the worst, especially when you have so much to do! I hate asking for help.

I’ve had to cancel appointments. I even had to call into work yesterday which is something I never do, EVER. It was defeating at first, because I felt like I was letting everyone down. I feel like I’m annoying my boyfriend from being so useless.

What use is thinking that way going to do? Okay, I’m trying really hard to flip this mindset into something more positive. For example, being sick does suck, but it’s the universe telling you to slow down. Take a breather, and take some time for you. It’s okay to ask for help, others feel good when they can do something for someone else.

But, I don’t have time to sit around and do nothing. I have so much to do!

Make time.

Your well being is most important, and clearly at this level of responsibility, you cannot prioritize yourself so you need to work on that. You can’t help others until you help yourself first. You need to fuel your gas tank before you can get to where you need to go.

So yesterday I took it easy, relaxed, and just sent some emails. I did do meal prep, but I took it slow and paced myself with Sims 4 breaks in between. Sometimes you just need to let your body drive, rather than your mind. Your body will get you through, you just need to give it time and fuel.

So today, I’m feeling a little bit better, and all I want to do is kick it into overdrive again and get everything done, but instead I’m pacing myself, studying for 1 hour, and then taking a break, repeat. Taking medicine, drinking water. Relaxing.

It probably sounds really silly to some of you, but these things are such huge accomplishments for me. Learning how to me there for myself is something I’m really proud of. Everyone deserves to be cared for, even you, by you.

Take care of yourself today because you owe it to yourself. ♥️