Depression
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Navigating Childhood Trauma
Trigger warning: this story is about abuse. I’ve written about my little girls in white, all safe in their white rooms along the corridor who…
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Mr. Savage And The Chair
Trigger warning: this story is about abuse. It happened in the living room chair most of the time, in every house we lived in. In…
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You Left Me Here
Trigger warning: this story is about abuse. I always thought I knew and remembered everything, with vivid detail, about my childhood. I even remembered things…
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He Left Me Spoiled Rotten
Trigger warning: this story is about abuse. To spoil is defined as “to diminish or destroy the value or quality of.” I remember both the…
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Because I Didn’t Matter
Trigger warning: this story is about abuse. When I was seven years old, one of my mother’s friends brought her five year old to my…
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Heartbreak: Lannee’s Story
Hi. I’m Lannee. And in August of this year, I had my heart broken.It is now November, and the pain has only gotten worse. Mornings…
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Confessions Of Love – A Poem
It was especially powerful speaking these words directly to the camera, with Dmitri standing behind the lens… By the end, he was in tears just…
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Depression Diary – Your Mission Should You Choose To Accept It
This piece was written a few years ago to share words of wisdom on how to effectively support someone experiencing depression. Be warned. You’ll sometimes…
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Depression Diary – The Other Side Of The Coin
This piece was written a few years ago, in the depth of trying to navigate my partner’s manic behaviour. The truth is… That some people…
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Depression Diary – The Waves Keep Coming
This piece was written a few years ago, in the depth of trying to process the slow but steady damage of my partner’s depressive episodes.…
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Depression Diary – Understanding The Beast
This piece was written a few years ago, in the depth of trying to understand what was happening with my partner. Depression is very real.…
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Living Life With Pain: Urvi’s Vaginismus Story
This post was “under construction” for quite some time. Every time I sat down to write this blog, I would have writer’s block and I…