As a teenager in high school, I was deeply insecure. Of course, if anyone's read past blog posts, this isn't new information. But seventeen year old Naja had been going through it, all year long. I was the walking dead, and I hid that fact well from my friends. Enter February 14th, 2011. From the … Continue reading Love Hangover: A Post V-Day Reflective
"I'll have all of my goals accomplished in x amount of years," you say, as Depression gives a hearty chuckle at your expense. If I were to ask a 13-year-old version of myself what she thought I'd be like in 8 years, I already know exactly what she'd say, "She'll be skinny, with expensive clothes, a … Continue reading What If?