Erica is depressed af.

Telling my mom I’m depressed was the worst idea.

  • “I know what’s best for you”

    These are her good intentions gifted to me. I am forced to unwrap her words with guilt and shame. Words that mock my choices; words that question my values; words that deny my existence. She’s looking out for me because she loves me. She wants me to succeed, to have good things, to do better Read more

  • An unfinished list of bad things I’ve done

    according to my mom. not wanting kids was the catalyst for the worst decision of my life. i was cornered. I’ve thrown at her every logical reason in my bank and none was good enough. Not good enough for the life she expected from me. So that was my trump card, a card I’ve held Read more

  • telling my mom I’m depressed was the worst idea of my life

    I’ve had plenty of bad ideas. Countless regrets in speaking, or not speaking. Acting with emotions. Remaining logical when the room said emotional. But 3 years since I told her, I’ve had 3 years to evaluate this decision and I come to the same conclusion every time. It still is and probably will be the Read more