Living in NYC 10 years ago...

My first apartment ever was in Brooklyn Heights, New York (see below) & I was 18 years old. I had just graduated high school and moved to NYC to attend a Summer Program for Acting. I made some amazing friends and had so much fun going to a Yankees Game, Walking around Central Park, visiting Times Square, riding the Subway and going to my classes.

😔The coming school year everything changed. I decided to go to another NYC Acting School, while my friends from the Summer attended the other one. It was hard. I had a hard time making new friends and got extremely homesick and went into a depression. I developed intense anxiety and an eating disorder (more on this later).

I moved to Manhattan above a 🌭hot dog stand (hence the Eat Me sign below) with two people I never really spoke to. I became pretty good friends with one of the roommates, which was nice, but I couldn’t shake a lot of my issues.

Coming back to my old apartments was very nostalgic and bittersweet for me. I can recall a ton of memories and feelings, some happy and some sad.

Even through all the hard times, I am glad they happened. I received so much life experience and learning. And I survived. I proved to myself that I CAN survive. And you are surviving. In fact, you have survived so much before and you CAN do it again.

It’s ok to not be ok. The important thing is to not give up and to keep fighting.♥️