It’s Me, Isn’t It? My dream was to get a PhD. in Philosophy from either Vanderbilt or Princeton. I’d been accepted to both of their graduate / postgraduate programs. It was Spring. I had spent all my years since college saving and planning for this. My problems started out with a (relatively) simple emotional issue: [...]
I received a meme once from a friend that said “Someone’s therapist knows all about you” and it dawned on me how scarily accurate that probably was. I’ve left quite the wake in my 37 years of life and not all of it has been sunshine and roses. The majority of my life, save the [...]
I was raised to believe slaves were the only black people who had the right to be depressed. So when I stayed in my bedroom for days at a time, silent and suicidal, my family’s encouragement was that “things could be worse.” If my ancestors survived slavery with no mental health treatment, then I certainly [...]
I thought I'd take a moment to share why I started my blog, The Depressed Yogi. To begin with, I am a person who lives with chronic mental illness, committed to find my authentic self and balance. For as long as I can remember I have lived with depression, suicidal thoughts/urges, self-hate, anxiety and without [...]
Part Of Me “Normal is illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” –Morticia Addams My life as a liar began when I was very young. I was an awful child. I made everyone in my life angry, constantly. I did very bad and horrible things every day. I was too [...]
Trigger warning - suicide I think we can all agree life isn't worth living. The question is: are you too lazy to do anything about it? Most people are. Usually I am too. One day I wasn't, so I sliced open my wrists and downed a bottle of Klonopin and waited to fall asleep and [...]
Red Lipstick When people talk about anxiety they talk about the huge and strange ways it impacts your life... what they don't talk about is how it can deteriorate the day to day. There was once a time when I was too afraid to wear red lipstick. I felt too bold, too visible, and not [...]
Trigger warning- self harm When I was in the 7th grade, I cut myself for the first time. I didn’t even really know why I was doing it. I just knew I was hurting and so far, my attempts to get someone to take the way I was feeling, had failed. I told a family [...]
Sickness, Stress and Self-doubt… And Then There’s Me…. By Berni OK, I was a miserable child, from what I remember. I was the only kid with glasses. I moved about because dad's work moved about. So I joined my junior school mid-year. Don’t ask me at what age. Anyway I was bullied at junior school [...]
*Trigger warning - suicide. In four days it will be a year since I lost my only brother to suicide. The past year has been the most excruciatingly painful of all my 23 years. I was naïve to think I had ever known pain before April 8th of 2015. The days, weeks, and months that [...]
