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An Open Letter to the Girl I See in the Mirror

Amanda Wilson

(Want to learn why I picked this photo as my Feature Image…Keep reading below to find out! -A)

To the girl I see in the mirror,

It’s been awhile since we actually saw eye to eye.

For the longest time you and I have had the greatest of struggles trying to understand each other. I could never really look at you, trace over your details and admire what was there, not in the way I wanted too anyway.

Because for the longest time I couldn’t stand you. I hated the girl I saw staring back at me. It wasn’t because I didn’t like you…well actually I didn’t like you, but that was not the only reason. Keep Reading!

PTSD

Coming Back From the “Dark Place”

Amanda Wilson

Hello beautiful humans!

First things first.

Is it too late to say sorry now? (Que Justin Beiber’s song.)

I. Am. So. Sorry!

I know it has been months since my last post which I left hanging on a very elusive cliffhanger after making the decision to seek help when I fell into a bad depressive episode again, or what I have now officially dubbed as “the Dark Place.”

“Thanks a lot, Amanda! Way to keep us updated!”

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
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Why It’s Ok to Say, “I Need Help.”

Amanda Wilson

It’s blue skies here today in Corner Brook as we head into the long May 2-4 weekend.

Zack’s alarm woke me up at 5am, and I grumbled my complaints as I heard him down the hallway, quietly trying (but obviously failing) to keep Miesha from eating another roll of toilet paper.

Of course, my anti-depressants were still coursing through my veins and my foggy brain lured me back into that hazy state of trying to sleep but slowly waking up.

When I finally woke up again, I could feel the warm red light burning through my eyelids and all I could think was, “Well, shit. I slept in ’till noon, again!” Keep Reading!

PTSD

An Open Letter to the Girl I Was Before my PTSD

Amanda Wilson

WARNING: This post contains graphic content, course language, and explicit and sensitive information that may not be suitable for all ages. Potential to trigger traumatic memories for those suffering with similar PTSD experiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

I am going to be brutally honest with you.

I was beyond fucking petrified writing this blog post, let alone sharing it to my followers, to the whole internet, to the world! Keep Reading!