Life is like a game of dodgeball, but instead of rubber balls, it's throwing neuroses, depression, existential crises and responsibilities at us. And let's be real, we're all getting hit left and right. Take me, for example. I'm currently juggling more responsibilities than a circus clown with a dozen balls, trying to keep it all together while the world around me is on fire. And the cherry on top? The cost of therapy and psychiatrists is so prohibitively high, it's making my depression worse.…

My goodness. It really has been a year or two. Honestly, maybe it's more like three. Whatever the case, time is moving quickly, and not in a fun speedy way but in a frantic upsetting way. Maybe it's because as we get older, time starts to feel as though it's moving faster. But, ya know, it could also just be our old friend “crippling depression ” that makes a thick fog of the days, weeks, months and years. While some people are snapping back into place after the pandemic, I still can't help but…

To say life isn't fair would be an understatement. I'm currently juggling a million responsibilities, the existential dread of the era, and trying not to absorb the pain of everyone else and everything else that currently surrounds me. It's really difficult to keep it all together. Add that to the prohibitively high cost of therapy and a psychiatrist, and the cocktail isn't one that really makes one feel loosened up. The depression gives way to anxiety, which makes me so tired that it turns bac…

We've all been there.