My Dying Fantasies

Warning: Contents of this blog regard details about my struggle with suicidal depression.   When I was 3 I felt guilt and shame for the first time.      Fantasy: Dying. When I was 7 I rubbed a pair of scissors across my skin for the first time.      Fantasy: Dying by suffocation. When I was 10 I voiced allowed ‘I want to kill … Read More

For the Last 365 Days

So, I’m turning 28 at the end of this month and I used to celebrate my birthdays like crazy. It was a huge deal, and I mean HUGE. I would start making party plans and game layouts months in advance. But a few years ago, it started morphing into something else. Something worthy of dread and anxiety. What happened? Two years ago, it came to … Read More