I started 2020 in relapse.
After over a month of failed attempts at sobriety, I threw in the towel.
Trauma is good at that—convincing you to give up and submit to hopelessness and despair.
Continue readingI started 2020 in relapse.
After over a month of failed attempts at sobriety, I threw in the towel.
Trauma is good at that—convincing you to give up and submit to hopelessness and despair.
Continue readingWhen someone goes through the process of enrolling in counseling services, the question is always asked.
“Are you experiencing any suicidal thoughts?”
From my experience within the mental health system, and through my education in psychology, I know that this must be answered carefully. Typically, I just say no. Generally, they ask if you have a plan for suicide, or access to any weapons that may be used for self-harm. My answer to that is unequivocally “no”, but the thoughts… they still linger.
Continue readingMountaintops summoned me, but her empty promises only led to endless valleys.
“Please, Atticus,” she breathed into my chest. Her eyes shimmered with effervescent tears that flowed towards my lips. I yearned for her sparkling kisses and ethereal embrace.
Continue readingI heard the term float around, but never felt it actually applied to me. “Impostor Syndrome.” It made sense, the idea of self-doubt, as it was something that was very familiar to me. I didn’t ever think about feeling like an impostor, though. That word seemed like it had intention, and implied some sort of purposeful deceit. Therefore, the thought of being an “impostor” was foreign to me, as excessive honesty, sometimes to my detriment, was my number one value.
Once I got promoted at my new job, the feelings of doubt began to set in. Thoughts like, I must be putting on a good front, nobody knows what a mess I am, soon they will realize that I’m not all that great, and even they only promoted me because of my looks.
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