Are There Apps that Help Your Mental Health
Are There Apps that Help Your Mental Health
This post is sponsored by SheMedia and Otsuka America Pharmaceutical, Inc. I have been compensated for my time, but the experiences and opinions expressed here are my own.
To Blog or Not to Blog
To blog, or not to blog, that is the question:
Whether ’tis WordPress on the mind to type
The keyboard and laptop of outrageous blog posts,
Or to tweet words against a sea of followers
And by replying accidentally troll them. To delete—to weep,
No more; and by a retweet to say we mend
The comment thread and a […]
Be Your Own Psychologist
Can you be your own psychologist? In some ways, you totally can. You can be your own therapist because the path to healing is different for each person. Think about it, therapy is unique for each person and there are so many different kinds of it. I think the […]
Repressed Memories Scare Me
Repressed memories are a funny thing and by funny I mean, scary. There are things that I wish I remembered from my childhood, but actually, do I want to remember them? I’m not sure if I could handle those influx of memories. There are memories that I believe are real, based on […]
I’m Open and Closed
I used to believe that I was entirely an open book. I am honest, passionate, blunt at times and I express myself as much as I can. I do this so assertively because when I was a child, I did not do this. I did not use my voice. I kept silent because I […]
The Power of The Mind Body Connection
The mind-body connection is powerful. I often disassociate from my body because it is usually emotionally painful to be inside of it. One of the reasons I do this is that I somaticize my symptoms of anxiety and depression. It’s important for me to remember that my mind and body are, […]
Just when I thought I knew myself
I’ve always prided myself on knowing myself. I know who I am, what I want, and where I want to be in life. For example, I’ve been writing since I was a child and my life goal was always to be a professional writer. When I was little I used to envision myself at […]