About

"Um, yeah, lost again."

I know this blog's title and accompanying subtitle may leave you scratching your head, so let me explain.  I'm Emily, sometimes called Wemmy, a nickname coined and primarily used by my boyfriend.  I also happen to be a bit lemming-like, in the most stereotypical and best possible way.  I have a pretty terrible sense of direction and, as such, a bit of a herd mentality in unfamiliar places and a real propensity for getting lost.  (And an admittedly unhealthy dependency on my TomTom, as you might imagine.)  What I lack in directional ability I hope I make up for in a willingness to laugh at myself... Hence, Wemmy Lemmy.  A term of endearment appropriate for those all-too-often moments when I veer off in the wrong direction of a crowded parking lot trying to pretend like I remember where I parked my car.  And furthermore, a silly blog title that I couldn't find anywhere else in the vast expanse of the World Wide Web.

So, although I may sometimes wax poetic on the beauty of GPS technology, this blog is actually less about my directional deficits and more about navigation on a much more personal level.  It's about one girl with a history of depression and anxiety finding her way through life, one day at a time.  I have struggled with mild to moderate depression and anxiety throughout high school and college.  I have seen therapists and psychiatrists, taken antidepressants, and spent more time sleeping and crying than I would like to admit.  I have laid in bed for entire days with scarcely enough energy to move.  I have sobbed shamelessly to deans and professors for leniency when I simply couldn't get the work done.  I have hyperventilated in an ambulance on the way to the ER when I was sure that I was dying during a panic attack.  I have, at times, lost all of my energy, confidence, and sense of self.  But what is most important is that I have survived throughout this ordeal and emerged a stronger person.

Now, although I'm in a much better place than I was, say, a year ago, I still have good days and bad days just like everyone else.  I could blog about those times when I'm down on myself and don't have an ounce of energy and feel like everything just sucks... But I don't think that would make me - or anyone else - feel better in the long run.  Writing about being depressed without doing anything about it is, in my opinion, pointless.  For me, getting through depression has been all about regaining control of my life -- and the only way to do that is through action.  So, the goal of this blog is actually quite simple: to share concrete things I do in my everyday life that make me a happier, more purposeful, more fully-realized person -- things that inspire me to feel more confident and at peace.  It is about reflection and positivity in a world that often feels harried and all too negative, particularly to someone who is prone to being depressed.  And finally, it is my hope to connect with anyone else who has ever struggled similarly in their own lives, so that we may help each other feel a little less lost in this big, beautiful, endlessly confusing world.

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