The importance of trigger warnings


Look –I know everyone thinks trigger warnings are over done, people are too sensitive, blah blah blah. But I’m here to defend trigger warnings.

As I’ve been open about, I was raped. Seeing rape scenes in movies and television makes me have full blown panic attacks. I’ve had to leave movie theaters because of this. When I’m with someone who’s seen the show and they tell me, “just so you know there’s a rape scene will you be okay?” I have time to prepare. Take deep breaths, or hide if I need to.

I don’t know if I’ve been as open about this, but I did use self-harm as a self-medicated way to feel better. I didn’t know using a razor blade across your arm was an option until I saw an episode of Degrassi. My favorite character, Ellie, started cutting herself. At the time I was like, wow. That seems to be helping her. When she cuts herself she’s able to remain composure and hide her depression.

I’m not sure if I would have come to this conclusion without Degrassi or not. At the time this show was playing (I believe I was in middle school) I was already slamming my head into lockers, falling on to pavement as hard as I could, purposefully scratching myself and pulling my hair. So it’s save to say, I was already using this method. The thing that was tempting about cutting myself was that it was easier to hide. When you slam your head against a locker door, people notice.

Oh, side note, the same time I was doing this there was a rumor that I was going to kill myself when I was 15 and literally NO ONE cared. They just kept checking to see if it was true and then told me I was stupid.

The point of this is, maybe, just maybe, there was  a warning before the show saying something  like, “Hey, Ellie has problems you shouldn’t do what she’s doing this isn’t a good thing to do” but obviously in a more formal way, I wouldn’t have done it.

That’s actually something I thought 13 reasons why did very very well. For those of us recovering from past trauma, having a trigger warning before the episode allowed us to prepare for what was about to happen.


Anyways, that’s just my thoughts.


show time

So last night I went to a concert.

I was super hesitant about it because the last few concerts I’ve been to, my anxiety has been so high and I usually have a panic attack.

In fact I went to see my favorite band about a year ago, awesome line up awesome everything. I had a very kind friend with me being so nice and asking me if I was okay and comfortable and everything, and I had a panic attack and bulldozed people away and the poor thing got a concussion. It was a shit show.


so safe to say, I was worried.

The venue was small and a sold out show. i stood in the back against a barricade and for a while, everyone was staying away from me.

Then drunk girls came up to me and put their arm around me and started saying we were going to be friends. and strangers were leaning on me. and people just continued to bump in to me.

Here’s the thing — one of my big triggers at concerts is being touched.

And I’m so well aware that you will get bumped in to at concerts. But sometimes people are intolerable. I asked a few people to stop touching me, politely, and then they continued. (I’m also claustrophobic so it’s hard for me to tell if I’m anxious because of people or because of claustrophobia). 

Honestly, it feels like I’m being smothered. When strangers start touching me, it makes me feel like I’m nothing more than a wall. It makes me tense up, it scares me. I can’t stand being touched by people I don’t know.

As you know, I have a bachelor’s in psychology so I pretend I know everything. Apparently, the best treatment for anxiety is exposure. So I just took a few deep breaths and said this is okay, this is going to help me get better. People are going to touch me and I’ll get used to it. It’s going to be okay


for the first time I disassociated. It was actually scary. It was like I wasn’t there anymore. My vision was blurry, I couldn’t hear anything. I just felt dead.

So I’m done with concerts. I don’t want to put my friends through that, they shouldn’t have to baby sit me.

However, I am going to ask my doctor for medication just for anxiety as well because the depression anxiety combo meds don’t help.


Fooling myself 

The whole reason I stopped taking anti-depressants was because of an error at the pharmacy. I wasn’t able to refill my prescription for three weeks so I just never refilled it.

I felt so much better for months. For the first time in a long time I could feel. Anti-depressants have made me flat and pretty emotionally dead. But now I could feel butterflies and excitement and the good and the bad.

My hopefulness slowly started to diminish. I stopped having the energy I once had once I stopped. I gained a bit of weight. My anxiety came back with a vengeance. And the thought of death never leaves my mind * I also am extremely afraid of the afterlife/eternity and it shoots burning hot anxiety through my entire body until I’m shaking*

So it’s time. It’s time to go back to therapy. It’s time to go back on medication.

So here’s to hoping I can find one that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach or extremely suicidal.

5th time’s the charm, right?

The perfect life 

These past few years I decided to be open about living with depression. Since then, my Facebook, my instagram, and my Snapchat, show me at my worst. And that’s my choice. 

I haven chosen to document what it’s like, what it looks like, how it feels, to be living with a mental illness. 

When I look at other’s social media, it often times makes me feel like I’m not doing enough. I know you should never compare yourself to others but god, when I’ve been working for two weeks straight and only getting five hours of sleep a night, it’s hard to not look at those who are on vacation and feel like I’m doing something wrong. 

So this is just a reminder, for you and I, that my social media isn’t  typical. I’m choosing to be open and show my worst, while others can only show their best. 

And maybe this is me reading in to it, in fact, I’m sure it is, but when I actually go out and do something, I don’t really document. I would rather be in the moment rather than on my phone.  Those who show it off, want to show it off. They want the likes and that’s all they care about.

So here’s to us. The ones who show the brutal truth. The ones who aren’t afraid to be less than perfect. 

You’re a stunner. You’re doing better than you think. 


What matters

I’ve always been large and I’ve always been bullied

I’ve been bullied specifically because others view me as unacceptable

the way clothes fit my body, the amount of space I take up is unacceptable

people would poke my protruding belly with sticks because it’s so hard to fathom that someone could have a belly that sticks out.

Everyone told me to ignore them and that I am more than a size.


But I’m not more than a size. I’m not more than a number. I’m constantly reminded that I am just a fat person.

I’m not a college graduate, an uber driver, a friend, a Coloradan.

I am just fat.

It’s hard when people stop thin girls with eating disorders while it’s encouraged with fat girls.

One year I lost about 50 pounds by hardly eating and burning at least 1200 calories at the gym everyday and all I got was praise on how good I looked.

And when I try to just eat healthy and exercise, nothing happens.

I’m constantly told I’m unhealthy, I’m going to die from strangers and family a like

so tell me how I am more than just a number when that is all I have ever been.

That’s how people see me, that’s how people describe me, that’s what rude strangers yell at me on the street.

And I’m supposed to not let that get to me.  I’m supposed to be more than that.


But most of the time, I don’t feel like I am. Most of the time I’m just the fat body I live in.


Today I found myself very very sad.

Usually when this happens, there is no reason. However, this  time there was a reason.  Since I knew the reason, I decided to find ways to distract myself.

I hope this helps someone else.

1. Call your boyfriend, friend, family member. 

My boyfriend is a really cool guy. He knows the struggles of depression and is always willing to call me when I get like this. Not only does he let me complain if I need to, he is amazing at getting me to think about other things.

While reaching out can be scary and really really difficult, it’s almost always rewarding.

2.  Funny Movies.

I have a depression movie list – Zoolander, Shaun of the Dead, Dirty Dancing, Easy A.

Dirty Dancing isn’t really a comedy it’s just my favorite movie ever. But seriously, put on a movie that you know makes you laugh.

shaun of the dead

3. YouTube

If movies aren’t really your thing, I highly suggest watching Jenna Marbles.

Favorite Video #1


Favorite Video # 2

This one is really sweet guys

4. Get out of the damn house

This is really hard, I know. I missed many classes because I just didn’t have energy. What I do, when I’m able, is to plan something yummy I want for dinner or something I want to bake. Cooking/baking can be very therapeutic. So, plan something out, and go to the store. Just leaving the house for a very little bit can be so very helpful.


And then you get cookies.


Adult coloring books are super popular right now. I’m impatient and they are usually too intricate for me so I often download free coloring pages and print them. I prefer Disney.

But this keeps your mind off your problems and it’s super relaxing


(here’s a free one I found for you guys).

6. Go to the water.

I’ve always loved being by the water. I could sit by a river for hours and just watch. If there is a lake, river, ocean, close to you, go to it. If not, a bath is also relaxing.

I think it’s very important for you to feel your emotions. Don’t hold back your tears, you’ll feel better to let it out.

But once you start feeling the dead, emptiness inside of you, I think you’re in need of a distraction.


And finally

7. Talk to me.

I will literally talk to anyone about anything. I’m here for you guys.



I still look for you.


It’s been a little under a year since I made the tough decision to cut you out of my life.

I’m sure you read my blogs, it just seems like something you’d do. So listen carefully.

Telling you that you made my life worse was the toughest decision I’ve made.

But you’ve broken my heart so many times before any boyfriend had the chance.

You made the heartache of a break up feel like nothing more than a stubbed toe, because I’ve had worse.

Because I’ve had my mother tell me I’m the reason she tried to kill herself when I was 13 years old.

Because I’ve been told that I fake my mental illness for attention.

Because I’ve been told that I don’t know how to handle my problems.

Because I’ve been told that I’m not good enough.

Because I’ve been told that everything you did to me, didn’t happen. That I’m a liar.

You’ve made me feel crazy. You’ve made me doubt myself. You’ve made me hate myself.

Despite how much you’ve hurt me.

I still look for you.

I look for you in every crowded place.

I look for you at every grocery store. And I hope I can catch a glimpse of you.

And I want you to search for me.

I want you to look for me in a crowded room.

Because that would mean that you cared.

And  I want you to care.

I so badly want you to care that I exist.

But realizing that you’ve blocked me on facebook, blocked me on your phone, I know you don’t care.

I’m a nuisance. I have called out how much you’ve hurt me and you can’t own up to it.

You won’t admit to the pain you’ve caused me and the pain you continue to cause me.

You tell your friends and coworkers and family that i’m a liar.

But I hope, deep in your heart, you know I’m not.

All I want is for you to admit to yourself and to me that you hurt me.

You shattered me and I had to build myself up.

You’ve broken me beyond repair but I found a way to keep going.



I just want you to know, even though you have destroyed me, I don’t hate you. I love you. I don’t like you. But I will always love you