the truth about the time i was in the mental hospital

The Florida Mental Health Act of 1971, commonly known as the “Baker Act,” allows the involuntary institutionalization and examination of an individual. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, this September, I baker acted myself which means I gave up my own rights and let the hospital treat me as they saw fit, even without my consent. This was one of the best decisions … Continue reading the truth about the time i was in the mental hospital

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My public blog, losing friends and rumors: 2018 reflection

^last time this joke could be used ladies!1! December 31st, I was sitting across from my friend Zainab’s face. She was smaller than she usually is, smiling through my iphone screen. We both discussed our resolutions, mine was to write more for my blog and make it public. We both probably set a bunch of other tiny resolutions, now forgotten and incomplete. A year later, … Continue reading My public blog, losing friends and rumors: 2018 reflection

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fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about

I want to preface this by saying, I’m generally a happy person. These are the kind of things everyone expects you to push under the rug or talk about in hushed tones and although that’s how I instinctively deal with things, I’m trying to be more open. I really didn’t think I would tell this story online. I know I’ve been pretty candid about struggles … Continue reading fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about

I don’t know what I’m doing.

It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.

Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.

I’m sitting at an outdoor table at the suburban default for celebration, ‘The Cheesecake Factory’. I’m surrounded by a few cousins of mine but my ears are completely tuned to the family sitting at the table behind us. A middle-aged father laughs at something his toddler says, the mother gently scolds the older son and tells him to sit properly. I can’t help but smile … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.