Underneath my yellow skin

Unlimited possibilities

For the first year after my medical crisis, I was concentrating on, well, adjusting to being alive. Still. A month or so after I got out of the hospital, my mother started bugging me about what I was going to do with the rest of my life. In retrospect, I’m sure it’s because my father… Continue Reading

Funhouse mirror of flaws

I’ve written about how my self-esteem has skyrocketed since my medical crisis. In general, I am happier with myself. My depression has disappeared almost completely and my anxiety is reduced by roughly 60%. Considering that I first wanted to die when I was seven, this is a massive improvement for me. In addition, all my… Continue Reading