Finals week got me like... —Ella Carlander

Finals week got me like… —Ella Carlander


Depression means that I have to let myself combust, let all the shattered parts of me to finally fall away from the cheap, outworn tape that holds me together. That’s terrifying because it hinders my ability to keep it together for the ones that I love. Read More »


I’m sure my tears don’t make me any less brave. I’m sure I think of others, because most of the time it’s easier than thinking about myself. I’m sure that letting other people know that it’s OK to be sad is OK. Read More »