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Everything you’re about to read is based on my own experience. It may be a personal take on something, a way to cope, or a helpful anecdote. Read on and let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to write about.

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Nov 8, 2023

A lot can change in a year…

Nov 8, 2023

Nov 1, 2020

Into the unknown...

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Dec 10, 2019

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

Dec 10, 2019

Danielle 1/9/22 Danielle 1/9/22

I got Covid

Well, it happened friends. Not only did I get Covid but it was an ordeal. I’m putting a trigger warning at the top of this because Covid PTSD and pandemic fatigue are real so I don’t want to inadvertently make anyone upset or uncomfortable by reading this. If you are struggling, please proceed with caution.

Danielle 7/26/21 Danielle 7/26/21

Letting people in

In one of my early posts at the start of this blogging journey, I posed a question: What does depression look like? I then went on to describe what depression looks like in me and what people tend to perceive depression to be and so on. I think using this platform early on to talk openly and candidly about my mental health has really helped to share my personal experience in a very transparent way. I’ve been really open about my struggles and even if no one really reads these posts, like I said in my very first blog in October 2019, it exists as a “living memoir” of where I am at any given time.

Danielle 7/22/21 Danielle 7/22/21

Feeling like a crash test dummy

You know that feeling when you’re just crashing over and over again and no matter how many times you crash it just keeps happening? That’s where I am right about now. My whole life has felt like a test… and I keep getting an F. I can’t remember a single year of my life where something monumental or life-changing or devastating didn’t happen. You’d think that eventually the universe would give me a break, but it hasn’t happened yet.

Danielle 5/19/21 Danielle 5/19/21

I never liked the quiet before

Silence. It’s a weird thing. I always hated silence, always needed background noise no matter what I was doing. For some reason if things were too quiet it scared me. If I was sitting in a room with someone and they were talking, I would talk excessively just to fill the void. I would constantly be thinking, “Why are they talking? What are they thinking about? Are they mad at me?” The one exception to that is my dad, but that’s a story for another day.

Danielle 5/11/21 Danielle 5/11/21

PTSD & Triggers

**Trigger warning: this post will talk about triggers for various things. If you are easily triggered, please proceed with caution or just skip this post** Last night I was forced to sleep on my couch. This has happened more times than I can count in the last couple of years but it wasn’t until last night that I realized why it bothered me so much. Sure anyone is going to be annoyed if they can’t sleep in their own bed in their own apartment, but for me it’s more than that. Having to sleep on the couch, I realized, is a trigger for me. When I was with my ex I spent many nights on the couch for various reasons. If I couldn’t sleep I went out to the living room to avoid waking him up. If we were fighting I was often the one who slept out there… and so on.

Danielle 4/12/21 Danielle 4/12/21

Between a rock and another rock under miles of ocean

Every time I think I’ve finally gotten myself over a really difficult hill, I find that I’ve really just been resting on a plateau and there’s still more to climb. I don’t fall backwards but all I can see is the towering mass in front of me that’s waiting for me to conquer it. That’s about where I am right now.