The summer before my senior year of high school I got the biggest opportunity of my life. I was offered a student research position at… *drumroll* NASA! I thought I was living my dream. I had been doing research for almost two years at that point, and I jumped at…

I noticed that everyone has been feeling down this Spring, here’s my take on why and how to (try to) turn it around for yourself using psychologist recommended CBT practices! — About two weeks ago I sat down to write my first article in a long time. It was meant to be about productivity and how to boost your own as we come into this beautiful spring season. But I just couldn’t do it. Feeling more unmotivated than ever, I started…

It has been a long time, Someone knocked over the bell atop my grave A while ago. I am not exactly sure how long it’s been. I mostly sleep now. There is not much else to do. I have counted The cracks in each of the panes of wood that made…

A farewell to winter — I always find myself missing the stillness of winter when the summer rolls around. The bugs come out and I am expected to be more productive. It’s easy to get stuck in that rut. …

Getting older has led me to believe that it is not always about what makes you the happiest. I found myself chasing this idea of happiness, of elation that filled my chest, but that simply is not feasible. No, I cannot feel happy every single day of my life, but…

Sometimes happiness doesn’t always last, so it’s important… —

The cold is therapeutic for me. It’s hard for me to think about anything other than the blistering cold, and sometimes that is exactly what we need. To forget about everything and just freeze our asses off. — Pulling up next to the lake We drove past a few weeks ago Is absurd. My knees ache From pulling my boots through The snow, The cold bites at my skin beneath my shirt, I can’t feel my ears. Finally my foot falls on the frozen lake, I step out before…

A bittersweet poem about being small, but important nonetheless. — It is quite beautiful, The view from my apartment. A highway, Buildings climbing For miles above my ceiling. I feel unimportant, But not in the small sense — Truly unimportant. As the ocean is to the moon, I am merely entertainment. A spectacle to be beheld. My time feels like…

A poem about a day with depression, the beautiful things I notice and the hopeless way I feel about them. — I draw the curtains And haphazardly pull the sheets back over my bed — The mattress is too hot to lay directly on. I shroud myself in the covers and lay, Staring at the ceiling, I just lay. It is just past noon But it is dark in my room —…