A Year of Self-Love: 171/365

I've been slacking lately; slacking from my Year of Self-Love. Beating myself up instead of appreciating where I am right now in my journey with depression. Regretting the past and stressing about the future rather than living in the moment. Falling into the everyday routine of home/traffic/work/traffic/dinner/laundry/bedtime rather than sprinkling moments of spontaneity. But mostly,... Continue Reading →

A Prayer for Depression

When I'm down, Lord, help me find the strength to press on. When I'm doubtful, remind me that your will is being done, not mine. When I question why I have been burdened with this illness, open my heart to trust you created me perfectly. When I'm tired, encourage me to rest. When I'm frustrated... Continue Reading →

Psalm 61:2: When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Making a List, Checking it Twice.

It's not Christmas and Saint Nick won't be coming down chimneys for another seven months, but I'm making a list of habits that are beneficial to me and those that aren't. It's still growing and I'm sure I'll add to it as the days march on, but we have to start somewhere. Habits Beneficial To... Continue Reading →

A Year of Self-love: 138/365

Today I am 34-years-and-one-day-old. Yesterday, I was spoiled and pampered, my phone constantly beeped and buzzed with well-wishers on Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp. My kids showered me in bougainvillea petals (really) and my mom called to sing Happy Birthday with her usual song and dance. I dyed my hair pink and purple, treated myself to... Continue Reading →

Walk Off Depression

For the more than six million men in the U.S. who have depression each year, researchers have some advice: walk it off. Activities like running and working out can reduce anxiety and improve mood. It’s not just vigorous exercise, however, that has these kinds of benefits. A new study, published in Mental Health and Physical Activity,... Continue Reading →

A Year of Self-Love: 114/365

I could feel myself slipping - the weight of a depressive episode dragging me - what with my recent ankle injury. But I fought and fought and fought. I refused to give in this time. The last seven days I have been on a mission to get back to where I was previously: a mental... Continue Reading →

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