Notes from the Fog

I thought I was just tired. Tired from work. Tired from overthinking. Tired from trying to be a good person. Tired from holding...

For most of my life, I’ve worn layers. Not physical ones — emotional ones. The “I’m fine” smile. The overexplaining. The people-pleasing....

There’s a before and after. Before that night, I was holding it all together — barely, but still standing. I was anxious, yes....

How do you explain something that erases your ability to feel real? DPDR — Depersonalization and Derealization — is not just a weird...

I didn’t know I was living in survival mode. I thought I was just strong. I was the girl who got things done. Who held it all together....

It didn’t happen all at once. It crept in slowly, like fog — soft at first, then thick enough to lose myself in. I don’t remember the...