The impact of social media on recovery

It is 9:45pm on a Thursday evening, and I sit here in my bed, restlessly flipping through my various social media accounts for the most recent updates on the ongoing election. I am hooked. Like a true millennial, I have my laptop set…

This is quite possibly my most vulnerable post I’ve written to date. For months, I have been avoiding the topic and deflecting questions and ignoring the common “are you ok?”. Working as a social worker in a hospital surrounded by nurses and doctors and clinically trained social workers, these questions…

Week Four (More like Five):

The last text I sent to my dad was about chicken. Let me clarify, the last text I sent to my dad before he died was about chicken. I asked him how many packs of chicken he wanted me to pull out for dinner. He…

Week Three:

My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding, ready to break through my chest with every beat. It is 5:50PM. Just after dinnertime. Nan is sleeping soundly in her bed while the movie Armageddon plays in the background. Flashback to not even thirty minutes ago as I…

Week Two:

Today was the first time I stepped outside in six days, partially because of the heat wave and partially because the thought of leaving terrifies me. It has been just about two weeks since I dropped my life in the city, packed up all the comfy clothes I…

Angie Mitchell

NYC Adventurer | Social Worker | Celeb Enthusiast

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