Confessions of a happy person

I've written posts about what I call my "funks"  (depression just sounds too serious for me) before but just to summarize, these are periods of days where I have very low motivation, overthink just about everything, and generally have pretty low self-esteem... along with the physical symptoms of stress too . One way I'll know I'm in a funk is that I'll often feel like I'm on the verge of crying. I used to have them quite frequently but now not as much. But I'll still have one now and then and it'll catch me off guard. They still suck just as much  but I've learned to manage them so that at least they don't get in the way of my life. Over the past year, I've picked up a list of things I do to manage the funks: 1. The number one most helpful thing in managing my negative thoughts is my planner.  It helps me remember and organize the million-and-one things I need to do so I don't feel so overwhelmed. It also helps me stay focused...

In about two months, it'll be a year since I started this blog. I've mentioned a lot of reasons why I started it, including grad school anxiety and to help myself sort out all the thoughts in my head, but this story is probably the main event that led to the creation of this blog. It started with a video that I posted and then after I wanted to share more of my experiences/thoughts...  I've been meaning to write about this but was still waiting for when I felt ready to share it, so here goes: --------------------------------- About a year ago, I met this guy. I don't need to tell you the details or how it ended because that's not the point. It was more of the aftermath that made me start to worry about my mental health. I was hurt at first, but bounced back quickly enough. A month goes by and I'm doing pretty well, never planning on seeing/speaking to him ever again. I can't say exactly what triggered the downward spiral but I blame this random t...

I saw this post being shared on Facebook and the story behind her tattoo was a good reminder for me for why I wanted to start this blog.  She posted it a day before I posted my entry about  the stigmas of mental illness. I thought it was kind of cool and maybe a sign of encouragement from the universe. Cuz I've definitely been having those, "is this a good idea" moments. Here's a picture and the text on the post: Bekah Miles (Dear mom and dad, please don’t kill me over this permanent choice. I want you to hear me out.) Today, I am coming out with something that only few of you know. I am ready to have a conversation about my mental illness. Last year, I was diagnosed with depression. And in all honesty, I believe it was a problem for quite a while before that, but I think it just got worse to the point of hardly functioning. So today, I got this tattoo. I feel that my leg was the best place for the meaning behind it. When everyone else sees it...

Update 11pm: Now that I feel like I've established a foundation for the purpose of this blog, I'm going to stick with posting once every other Monday. Feel free to subscribe by email as well! So until my next post... :) ------------- I know I previously alluded that this post was going to be about my acting but I decided I wanted to talk a little more about why I think we need to have honest and open discussions about mental health issues. ------------- How many times have we looked at someone suffering from an eating disorder and thought, how could they do something like that to themselves? And then go and feel guilty about eating a donut.  How about telling someone suffering from depression that you know, things could be a lot worse? But then let a critical comment bother you all day.  While one is labeled a mental disorder and the other is considered more "normal", both situations are driven by our emotions. And a lot of times, because we judge those tha...