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    Being a Depressed Mom 

    a silhouette of a woman standing in front of windows

    It’s hard feeling depressed. And it's really hard to be a depressed mother.  It takes a lot of effort to get up in the morning and much more effort to take care of others. Depression is thought to be one of the fiercest mental illnesses, one that nearly paralyzes its patients. Nothing is ever easy. Waking up, eating, going to work or school, even going out with friends is difficult.

  • Work & Life

    Reminiscing on My First Day of Teaching

    Jordan Luz and his students from English 100; class picture

    My first day of teaching still haunts me to this day.  Not because it was a bad experience, although there were many things I would do differently if I could, but because it was the fact that I was teaching. Even though I majored in English as an undergraduate and master’s student, it was difficult for me to imagine myself in front of the classroom as a teacher.  I was notorious for doubting myself. Heck, still today, even when it’s been five years since I started teaching.

  • Lifestyle & Relationships

    Your Body, Your Choice

    Single hand holding measuring tape, with the tape wrapped around the hand

    Men questioning women today is the norm. Why? Because less freedom means less opportunities to make the ‘wrong choice,’ I guess. The freedom we have today presses their buttons because they are losing power. There is no question there. In light of the Roe vs Wade verdict (when the Supreme Court of the United States overturned the right to abortion, upheld for decades), there is an obvious and cowardly attempt to wrest this power back.

  • Lifestyle & Relationships

    I’m Becoming My Mother, But That’s Not a Bad Thing!

    Brooklyn standing next to their mother.

    When I was a child, my mother told me I’d grow up to be just like her. She said it to me in a tone that let me know I’d dread what I experienced once the change happened. Now, I’m “grown up,” and, as she predicted, I am exhibiting more and more characteristics that initially belonged to my mom alone. As I get older, not only do I look more and more like her, but I act like her, too.

  • Lifestyle & Relationships

    Heartbreak Journal

    Girl writing in a notebook

    I can’t even explain how much my heart ached from the pain I felt during those years. I was a teenager. I was naive. I was just too nice. Others mocked me. I should have known better. What did I do wrong? Nobody warned me he would break my heart. There were no signs of it. He played the part well and he had me playing his game. I never grieved so much in my life. The unbearable strain my heart felt was a load on my shoulder. Actually, a part of me was missing him. It made me wonder, “how could I fall for someone who gave his heart…