I have depression. For me, that means there’s a constant voice in my head telling me that I’m never enough — not pretty enough, not smart enough, not hardworking enough. You name it. It has taken a lot of work, but I’m learning to recognize and combat these unhealthy patterns.
When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks
Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle
Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name
As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater
