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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Hello all you beautiful humans!
It’s been awhile…a long while.
There are days I mentally can’t stand up and fight my mental illness. And on those days, I feel like an even bigger failure since I am a mental health advocate. Keep Reading!
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!
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 had a bad depressive episode Tuesday. One of the worst ones I had in the last six months. Keep Reading!
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