Good Morning, Little Unicorns!
Today's post topic is very near and dear to me and for some
it may be a heavy topic, but for me, it's my every day life...
Shit is about to get real.
I feel like some people look at me funny when I talk about my mental
health issues out loud. Like, talking about it is a huge no no.
I don't talk about it to get attention, I talk about it because it's
what I am going through. How come we can talk about how happy
or mad we are but we aren't allowed to talk about how sad we are?
In 2011 after a bad break up followed by the death of my "stepdad"
in January 2012, I was told I had depression for the first time.
It was a hard pill to swallow, but it had answered so many questions I had
been asking myself:.
Why was I so sad? Why did I want to sleep all day?
Why did I cry at the drop of a pin? Why couldn't I just be happy?
It was because I was really (excuse my language) fucking depressed.
I was put on medication and after I graduated in 2013 I decided that I no longer
needed those meds. I was feeling better and with the weight of school
off my shoulders I thought that would make a huge difference.
And for a little bit I was okay. Sure I had my moments, but I have
always been an emotional person, so it was hard to tell what was
depression and what was just me being emotional.
Well, fast forward to to 2016 and here I am today back on meds
recently told that I have depression, anxiety, and social anxiety.
There it is. I said it. Judge me all you want for talking about it
but I am not sorry.
I started blogging so I had an outlet to talk about the things that
made me happy: music, making things, and sparkly stuff.
Then I realized I could talk about whatever the hell I wanted.
So, here I am talking about the not so sparkly stuff.
Ever since I was first told I had depression I knew that I wanted to do
something more meaningful with my life. I wanted to find a way to help
other people who were feeling the same way I do.
I searched and searched, I went down different paths looking
for that thing, that thing that would make a difference
And I think I may have finally found it:
One day I sat down at my computer and out of nowhere I drew up
this cute little unicorn that I call, MagiGal.
And I turned her into a sticker and gave her purpose:
To remind you that you are unique and magically made
and that even on the not so pretty days you are worth
more than you may think.
You Are Magical!
Each and every single one of us.
Sometimes we just need to be reminded.
Now, how is this going to make an impact, is all up to you, little unicorns.
I am selling these stickers in packs of 8 for you to spread the message.
Pass them out at festivals, leave them in the bathroom, in the back of
a cab, inside a book, the possibilities are endless!
Just pass the message around so that a person
who may need that message gets it.
If you are interested in purchasing the pack of stickers
or maybe just get one for yourself or a friend, you can
get them on my Etsy shop HERE.
Help me spread the message of hope and magic!