A mental health diagnosis can feel like a punch to your self-esteem, but it doesn’t define your worth. Here’s how I learned to separate my identity from bipolar, ADHD, and depression — and the practical tools that help me move forward with grit, clarity, and compassion.

Learning to recognize my bipolar cues didn’t make the cycles disappear, but it helped me understand what was happening instead of blaming myself. Here are the signs I watch for and how they help me show myself more grace during mood swings.

A raw look into the mental fight behind insomnia, loneliness, and feeling misunderstood. This post explores the nightly war nobody sees — and the quiet hope that one day, things will finally shift.

A raw, vulnerable look at feeling completely drained, emotionally exhausted, and alone — yet still fighting for a sense of meaning, grounding, and self-worth. A quiet reminder that survival sometimes looks like simply staying here.

A raw, unfiltered dive into the questions we ask when we feel lost, misunderstood, and unsure of who we are becoming. This piece captures the confusion, pain, and quiet hope buried inside the simple question: why?

I don’t want fame or fortune—I want peace of mind. A quiet brain. A life that feels breathable again. This is the raw truth of wanting freedom from depression and fighting for a mind that finally feels like home.

Restless nights feel endless — my body exhausted, my mind refusing to shut down. Writing and drawing are the only things that quiet the chaos for a moment. I’m still waiting for the night where my brain finally lets me rest.