From the Comfort of My Prison Cell

Sometimes living with mental illness feels like a life sentence in jail. You become a prisoner of your own mind, and you slowly lose your ability to function in the outside world. All you know is the four walls of your prison cell. Anything outside of that becomes foreign, distant, confusing, and even more worrisome … Continue reading From the Comfort of My Prison Cell

How a Toddler Taught Me to Take My Time

A little while ago I was looking after a toddler that had some separation anxiety. Everything seemed to be going well until about half an hour in when he started to slowly and despondently creep towards the door. He was looking for his mommy and I could tell that he was on the brink of … Continue reading How a Toddler Taught Me to Take My Time