Whenever someone asks me “How long have you suffered with depression?” I never know what to say. I think it was always there, lying dormant, waiting for me to discover it. Sometimes I would think Read more…
It’s July 2016, and it’s my 25th birthday. I am walking home with my girlfriend up the steep incline to my apartment in San Francisco. All I want to do for my birthday is see Read more…
Looking up from the sink, cold water dripping from my face, I sought an answer to the question that had been gnawing at my psyche like a vulture over a fresh carcass: What is wrong Read more…