Anxious. Hopeless. Exhausted.
Please Stop Picking on Me
It was around April this year when my doctor confirmed what I already suspected. I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). You would have never guessed it if you saw my room. It is a mess from hell. My parents often remind me to tidy up, most times they do it themselves just because they can’t… Continue reading Please Stop Picking on Me
How Makeup Helped Me Manage My Depression
Depression is such an ugly place to be. It's confusing at best and completely debilitating at worst-- you suddenly lose interest in the things you used to live for, you lack the drive to do anything but sleep or get no sleep at all, you eat too much or too little, you are not… Continue reading How Makeup Helped Me Manage My Depression