An honest conversation about depression and anxiety.

For the longest time, I liked to think myself as an advocate against the stigma around depression. Second person narratives, mini rants on social media, heroic acts of retweeting and re-blogging and a healthy side of being that 3.00am call to a few made me assume I was actually dong something about ‘depression and anxiety’….

Coffee at my funeral.

  I sat with a cup of coffee at my funeral. I watched some walk in, I watched others walk out. Loud whispers of, “She lost her mind”, Louder chants of, “she asked for it”, And occasionally, softer whispers of, “She will come around”. These whispers went over my dead body, Drowned by a Nirvana…