Welcome to kimemeera.com 2.0! I am ever-so-slowly re-animating this blog that I started over ten years ago. While I’ve been in school the past four years, the site has been mostly dormant but I’m done with school and I’m back! I updated the ‘About‘ page so head over there if you’re curious about my plans […]
Looking for a job while experiencing depression illuminates how thick a slice of self-confidence gets hacked off. Just like that. I’m not talking about the run-of-the-mill insecurity, the “normal” kind that reminds us we’re human. The kind that well-meaning friends, family, lovers point to in an effort to bring you some calm, to help you feel […]
I’ve been sleeping terribly the last few days. (or do I feel that way every day?) I just realized why. (and it’s a good reason why) 🙂 There are so many creative project ideas in my head. (thatIwanttothrust a salvo of magic into the world!) I want to do it all. (I feel good) and that […]
There’s a new post on my other blog – xo, O! I’ve been thinking about consolidating my two blogs together but I feel they serve different purposes so I will let things remain as they will and continue to post updates of my other blog here. Feel free to subscribe to both/either blog(s)! Muchas nachos […]
Literally. I laid down my first rap the other night. Since Kevin and I started dating six months ago, I’ve been inspired to write and perform a rap song. Kevin and his friends (Jesse and Matt, to name a couple) have been rapping for years. Listening to their stuff made me realize that the way I’ve […]
Check out my latest post on my relationship blog, xo, O: Kevin doesn’t have depression. His knowledge of depression — first, second, or eleventh-hand — is limited. Sixth months into our life together, he’s spent time with depressed O at least half the time. I’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression for about three of […]
October 6, 2015 This song is part of a final assignment I wrote, performed, and submitted for my Buddhism Psychology class.
Here again in this dark pit. shit. fucking back again. All those times. the energy. the feeling free. those weren’t me. yes they were. no, they weren’t. they aren’t. they’re not. they’re not. They’re not? They are. They’re me. I’m caught. caught in depression’s throat. gurgling complaints of pain on pain on pain and pain. […]