Editor’s note: If you experience suicidal thoughts, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact Suicide Stop at 0800 200 600 or Call your closest friend, family member or search for Rehab centers in Uganda and get yourself admitted. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t feeling sad. I hope I haven’t
Almost all of us experience depression at some point. Maybe work sucks; maybe you’re watching all your friends get married while your own dating life is a nightmare; maybe you’re so stressed at school that nothing feels right. No matter the cause, the end result was that you felt hopeless. But eventually, you dealt with
Editor’s note: If you experience suicidal thoughts, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact Suicide Stop at 0800 200 600 or Call your closest friend, family member or search for Rehab centers in Uganda and get yourself admitted. Depression can affect anyone in all sorts of ways. Some people make it, while
Editor’s note: If you experience suicidal thoughts, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact Suicide Stop at 0800 200 600 or Call your closest friend, family member or search for Rehab centers in Uganda and get yourself admitted. There’s a lot of well-meaning people out there posting in response to recent reports
Editor’s note: If you experience suicidal thoughts, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact Suicide Stop at 0800 200 600 or Call your closest friend, family member or search for Rehab centers in Uganda and get yourself admitted. Let’s talk about suicide. Does that sentence make you uncomfortable? That’s ok. It made
Have you ever looked back at your childhood photos and were surprised at what you were looking at? Or, have you looked in the mirror recently, and felt shocked at the image looking back? This is me. This is how I feel, every damn time I see myself as a child. Photos of the Past I
Journaling is a practice of keeping a diary or journal which explores thoughts and feelings concerning events of your life. In my teenage years, I kept a diary to help me keep track of things happening in my life just so I could have a word album to help me reminisce. This went on and
Dear whoever might see me cry in the morning, If you see me wake up and burst into tears out of the blue, don’t be quick to make assumptions and judge me. Please don’t freak out either. I’m not having a panic attack, my panic attacks don’t hit me like that. I wake up and
You were not alone. To the girl who felt depressed on Valentine’s day: Trust me when I say this, you were not alone. I know you think that you are the only one who was alone, but there are so many others like you, who were waiting for the discount chocolate to come out on
There we were again, what seemed as the kickstart of the new year to many, it was yet again the dawn of another year of seemingly unending unemployment and depression. It was five years straight with no form of employment nor a response to my thirty-plus job applications. At this point, It had long sunk
