A little over a month ago I ran out of my medication known colloquially as my "happy pills". (I've written a post about my experience with pharmaceutical treatment of my mental illness, and you can read it here if you wish) During this whole debacle, I was without medication for about two weeks. Now, I've been on my medication for almost exactly 3 years. I had really forgotten what it was like to not be on the pills... Around Easter time I had a conversation with my mom about

I fell in love with DC the summer after I graduated from High School. My sweet grandmother was kind enough to take me and my mom on a once-in-a-lifetime American and church history tour that lasted two weeks and explored some amazing places. The very first stop on that trip was Washington DC, and I was captivated. I've always wanted to go back and explore even more... there's so much to see and it's impossible to cover the whole place in the few days that we were there. Fin

February and March have always been particularly difficult for me. As many of you know, I have an anxiety disorder - which coincidentally goes hand-in-hand with depression. I also am affected by the seasons. SAD stands for seasonal affective disorder (which I have never been officially diagnosed with, but I'm calling an audible on this one). I'm not shy about sharing my mental health issues - I personally feel like when others share their stories with me, it helps me to not f