A short poem about being a plant mom.
One year ago today, I went to the psych ward.
A brief guide on mental health as told by someone who isn’t a professional but sure has a lot of practice.
Notes from my mom calling me on a Wednesday.
This is the last thing I wanted to write about. I feel like the weird chick on social media who is oversharing about her mental health. I am over-exposing myself, … Continue reading What to do when you can’t ask for help