Two women are responsible for changing my life: Joy Nash and Emily McCombs. One of those women I've often described as having the "road map" of my heart, the other I've never actually met in real life but was the first person who ever took a chance on my words. It was 2012 and I'd been ...Continue

I think I'm dying, and I don't expect any of you to understand, I announced to my family as I entered the room. In reality I said nothing, but my mind was teeming with hidden dramatics, ways to show them the sadness that was eating my soul; like ivy entangling itself around an already fragile

Trigger warning: self-harm and suicidal ideation.After years of interviews, internships and rejections, I finally got a paid job in my dream industry: music publishing. Though the work would be mainly administrative, I fantasized about the opportunities this role could bring, the friends I would

I wish I could write this in the past tense. I wish I could say that depression happened to me once and now I'm fine. I wish I could say that I wrote a suicide letter, freaked myself out, went to therapy, and now I'm happy. I want to say, confidently, that I'll never feel that low again.But I know

It has been about 10 years since the relationship that I once had with my mother transitioned into the crumbled shell that it is today. Today, the status of this non-relationship is not a bother to me, and I know that many people wouldn't understand that.I remember the way that it started as