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Oh boy, talk about pet peeves. So many loved ones called me out for being “flaky,” “self-centered,” “emotionally unavailable,” and “selfish.” Nine times out of ten I never intended for my actions to be perceived in such a manner. Instead of spending time with my friends and family, I often curled up in a ball…
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Fucking Facebook. I have such a love-hate relationship with the Facebook memories feature. If you are unfamiliar with the Book of Faces, just like an ex-girlfriend, this is where it sends you a notification of all the stupid shit you posted on that same date since you established your profile. I sadly joined Facebook in…
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Sitting in a psych ward offers up a lot of downtime. Other than going to group and meals, not a whole lot happens outside of the occasional patient freak out. Usually, patients spent their time watching television or coloring at one of the round tables. Following a tumultuous few weeks and a nervous breakdown, I…
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Most mental health counselors rely on a theoretical foundation that they put into practice. For yours truly, I leaned heavily towards cognitive intervention. That is not to say that improvements cannot be made to one’s surroundings or the impact that their behaviors have on the environment. Personally, I always felt that our thoughts were the…
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Psychotropic medications and I possess a tumultuous relationship dating back to when I was seventeen years old. When my anxiety and depression hit an all-time high, I reluctantly tried Effexor for about two weeks followed up by Lexapro for about another three weeks. My psychiatrist put me on low doses of both, but I abruptly…




