I was speaking with my personal trainer about my history with mental health and how depression gets misconstrued. I told him I walk into most of my training sessions in bad spirits, but lifting things and putting them back down magically snaps me out of it.
Nothing has happened recently that made me think about this other than going through old photos and laughing at how notorious of a liar I was as a child and teenager.
Rome came to me with an idea: a spoken word poetry piece. As soon as he told me, I knew I was in. But not just to assist in creating it, but to actually write the piece myself. It’s like I had been waiting on someone to approach me with this.
There is plenty of advice on when you should seek out therapy. It’s helpful, and if you are considering seeing a therapist, the best advice I can give you is to simply do it. But once you decide to seek therapy, there isn’t much advice or expectations about what happens next.
When my mom passed away, there eventually came the point where the crying and social isolation stopped — a day when I finally felt ready to leave my room and go back to the open world. When that time came, I thought about what the next few days, months, years would be like without her.
In the wake of Avengers: Endgame, we pay tribute to the greatest Avenger in the Marvel Cinematic Universe: Captain America.
I had the pleasure of meeting Captain America at the mall. Since then, I realize he is the embodiment of everything I want to be as a man. I’m happy he’s happy, and you should be, too.
Kids are stupid. That’s not an insult.
I shouldn’t feel mentally healthier while unemployed.