Strange Stigmas

I picture the people who perpetuate the stigma against mental health as some incongruous union of overly proper, posh billionaires whose monocles have tea sets of their own and as the kind of people I’d see at Walmart at 3 am, the people whose hair is oddly greasy and panicked shifting eyes see me, with …

Not a Real Person

Sometimes, I’ll see a really sassy-looking plant and think “I can relate.” I’ve always had this vague feeling that I’m not quite a real person, that everyone around me lives and moves and makes decisions a little more naturally than I do. It feels like for every time I have to sit down and really …