Because of and instead of living, she wrote in her diary. She wrote in it frequently, every hour, like a story she was telling herself as she went along. 437 more words
I’m back, and as promised, I’m starting with the first essay in the book: “A Delicious Placebo” by Virginia Heffernan.
Heffernan was not always depressed; she went through a difficult breakup and found herself in the clutches of depression afterwards. 652 more words
I’m kind of an emotional junkie. Whether due to empathy, sensitivity or maladaptation, I tend to feel emotion (both mine and other people’s) really intensely and, every now and then, I like putting myself in the position of feeling something to a nearly painful degree (hello inner sadist). 949 more words