I’m sorry for losing sleep. I’m sorry for never being able to sleep. I am sorry for blaming you for normal emotions. I’m sorry for believing what everyone said about me. I’m sorry for not sticking up for my feelings. I’m sorry for continuously putting you in toxic circumstances. I’m sorry for forgetting or ignoring your thoughts. I’m sorry for thinking you are disgusting.
Read MoreCollege is a time of expectations. The only thing heavier than these expectations is the urge to not let everyone down. I want to be better. I see her sometimes when I close my eyes, the girl I might be if only I could get better, the better girl.
Read MoreThroughout my time abroad thus far, my greatest lifestyle change has been the extent to which I am alone. But let me clarify: alone doesn’t mean lonely. In fact, perhaps my favorite aspect of this experience has been learning how to successfully be alone.
Read MoreWith everything going so well in Ann Arbor, I started to grow worried as my time abroad drew closer. I was scared of relapsing into the anxiety and emptiness I felt the first half of 2018, and was unsure what I would do if those feelings returned while so far from home.
Read MoreIn the midst of our most difficult moments in life, we need to be supported with truthful evaluations of our situation and how to move forward. The notion that “everything’s going to be okay” isn’t necessarily true, unfortunately, and can be perceived as a flat-out lie when we need someone to feel our pain, and feel our hardships.
Read MoreWith casual video games like the ones I gravitate towards, you can live in a world where you don’t have to stress about such things – where there’s no standard to live up to except the ones you give yourself, and if you ever run into any obstacle, you can always start again.
Read MoreIronically, my Literature and Social Change class is where my anxiety began to set in. We were discussing representation, as we often do. Discussing the lack of representation for mental health reminded me that this one day of unwavering support and awareness for mental health is an anomaly.
Read MoreI want to tell her about her sorority. I want to tell her not to lock herself in her room and cry and starve herself. I want to tell her to hold out hope. But for a year of my life I had no hope. In light of the recent “Beta Delta” letter, I can’t help but be pulled back into that dark place.
Read MoreWe have a tendency to cycle back to the past in all of its pain and pleasure as we voyage onwards to an unknown future. Ironically, we’re much better at forecasting the future when looking at the past and present, even if change lies on the horizon.
Read MoreYou wouldn’t know it on the surface (or by my Instagram feed), but a passion just as big as food for me is mental health advocacy. But what does this have to do with food?
Read MoreI remember the first time I told my parents I wanted to go to therapy. My immigrant, Indian parents. I remember the confusion, the questions, the hesitation, and (eventually) the approval.
Read MoreThis piece is a collaboration between Alexa Di Luca and Amelia Cacchione, telling two stories of junior year — It’s Okay to Not be Okay and It’s Okay to be Okay.
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