as i am writing my common app essay, i couldnt help but think a lot. about my past and my future. i am never at the present, living in the moment.
things are distressing nowadays, with impending deadlines and the pressure from my parents to improve my symptoms. it’s a psychiatric disorder not a common flu. i cant sleep nor do i want to. but they are forcing me. and they wont listen to my explanations. i was so creative during my last depressive episode, writing poems and crafting arts. now i am dry as a sheet of nori, stranded with the explosive thoughts. like a […]