Depressed? Me too.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to understand that the best friends are the ones who champion your self-respect.

I thought that antidepressants would be an instant fix. Like Tylenol for a headache: pop the pill, wait thirty minutes, and you’re happy again.

There's a new epidemic in town. It's not what you think. | I’ve noticed a cultural trend these past few years, in which Gen Z is becoming increasingly more obsessed with labels. When every feeling needs a self-diagnosis attached, we risk cheapening words that carry serious weight.