A Letter To My Younger Self, On The Anniversary Of My Depression Diagnosis


By Kimberly Zapata Dear Kim, I don’t know why I’ve never written to you before. Maybe it is because what’s done is done. Because the past is unchangeable. And because your disease — your depression — is incurable. Or maybe it is because writing to you means writing to myself. Means believing in myself. Means I … Continue reading A Letter To My Younger Self, On The Anniversary Of My Depression Diagnosis

I Ordered A Tall PSL; I Got A Side Of SADness


By Kimberly Zapata I love cool, early morning runs, the sound of leaf blowers and iced PSLs because they can only mean one thing: the start of hoodie season, pumpkin beer season and football season. The start of “Hooray, I don’t have to shave my freakin’ legs” season, and the unofficial start of the fall … Continue reading I Ordered A Tall PSL; I Got A Side Of SADness