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 and honest look at what it feels like to be present but not really here — a gritty reflection on depression, dissociation, and the terrifying ease of disappearing inside your own life.

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?

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.