I’ve been writing for at least 8 of the 20 years I’ve spent on this earth. I’ve been depressed for at least 6 of the 8 years I’ve spent writing. I’m starting to think those two things may somehow be related, but I haven’t quite figured it out yet. But Lord knows, I don’t know how to keep anything to myself, so when I figure it out, I’ll inevitably let you know.
When I’m not writing about being sad or angry or the things that make me less sad or angry, I’m a student at Yale University, where I study psychology. There might be some irony or something there. I also dance because I have a lot of feelings, and sometimes writing about them just isn’t enough. And when I’m not writing, dancing, or doing homework, I’m hanging out with kids, because kids are the future (it’s lame, I KNOW, but it’s TRUE) and I want the future to be better for everyone. But especially for the kids who feel alone and scared and uncertain and out of place, because I know all too well what that feels like. I was lucky enough to find some adults who really cared about me and taught me to love myself and to love life and to look forward to the future even when it felt like I didn’t have one.
So anyway, life is hard, and I’m doing my best to stumble through it successfully and hopefully help some other people along the way.