No Body Is Perfect

Something occurred to me the other day as I was watching a movie on Netflix. There was one particular scene that made me wish I could go back to my late teens, early 20’s. The girl was trying on some clothes and admiring herself in the mirror. And it was that comfort that she feltContinue reading “No Body Is Perfect”

Publishing My Memoir!

(This is a very bad mock-up of the cover. Also, Michelle will be changed to Ginger because when you search for Michelle McGee on Google…well, just see for yourself.) /Widgetflex.swf” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”>Help Me Publish!!! 1 in 360 (approximately 138,000 US children) have been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome, based on parent report. Run your fingers throughContinue reading “Publishing My Memoir!”

– On being there for you

how can i be strong for you when my bones have been crushed? how can i comfort you when i sleep in blankets of sadness? how can i hold you when my arms carry the weight of the world? how can i listen to you when the voices in my head are screaming? how canContinue reading “– On being there for you”

The Face of Depression

                  If I asked you to pick the photo that shows me in a depressive state, you’d probably pick the second photo. Right? Well, you’d be both right and wrong. Those of us who carry this darkness around with us, are very good at showing the worldContinue reading “The Face of Depression”

An Open Letter to Friends and Family Who Have Never Suffered From Depression:

Today I’m depressed. I’m not just sad. I’m stay in bed, there’s no hope sad. Otherwise known as depression. Sometimes you will say to me, “yeah, I know how it is to be sad”. I know you mean well. Of course you know sadness. We all do. But depression is so much more than justContinue reading “An Open Letter to Friends and Family Who Have Never Suffered From Depression:”

Got Compassion?

  “Oh I don’t know, Tourette’s can be kind of fun. I knew someone with TS and he would throw the “F” word around all the time,” the stranger said with a laugh. Silence. Suddenly I was bombarded by the image pain of Jake sticking his finger down his throat hundreds of times a day.Continue reading “Got Compassion?”