5 Mental Health Benefits of Green Tea

1. Enhance Memory

Green tea has been proven to increase connectivity in the regions of the brain that are associated with memory. This study was conducted in 2014 at the University of Basel. Green Tea extract was given to a group of healthy individuals. After one dose per week for four weeks, it was found that green tea had helped to improve the memory of healthy people. 

2. Increase Mental Focus

Although Green tea has half the amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, it still help with your focus and awareness throughout the day. Being able to focus on your work is just as important as remembering the task that you’re supposed to be working on. Aside from Caffeine, an amino acid found in green tea, L-theanine, may help those with anxiety and attention deficits focus on their daily tasks. You’ll have to take the L-theanine in a supplement if you want to reap this benefit as there isn’t enough in a cup of green tea for it to make much of a difference. 

3. Combat Depression

Green tea may help lessen depressive symptoms. A study conducted by Public health nutrition in 2014 shows that individuals who drank 4 or more cups of green tea in a day were 51% less likely to show symptoms of depression. It is also known that just drinking one cup can temporary boost your mood. If you spend all day drinking green tea, why wouldn’t you start to feel happier?

4. Reduce stress

Green tea has been shown to reduce stress up to 20%. In people suffering from psychological distress the saw improvement by drinking 5 cups of green tea per day. Reducing stress can improve a lot of other physical ailments as well. Skin irritations, muscle fatigue, delayed motor function, and inflammation can all be results of living your life stressed out. 

5. Calm and Soothe

Green tea gives a great calming affect without making you drowsy. I have found that green tea is especially helpful when meditating. Drink one to two cups of green tea before meditating to help soothe the mind. This natural process will have you reaching a calmer state in no time. 

Your happiness is dependent on you and there are things that you can do for yourself to help your body along in the process. 


A Letter to my Teenage Self

It does get better although, at the moment, it doesn’t feel like it. It takes a long while to find who you are so enjoy the ride. Learn to breathe through the pain. It’s not going anywhere but it calms eventually.

Accept Help. Let your loved ones in. They’re only trying to be there for you and, although you may not know it or feel it, they love you. The loved ones I am talking about are not the ones that see you body but the ones that see your soul. Accept the fact that some people will not see you the way that you deserve to be seen. You may not feel it now but you are beautiful, strong, and just as important as the person sitting next to you in class.

Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Regardless of how cliche it may sound, it is the truest statement that anyone will ever say to you. Never, in this life or any other, will everyone like you. You can’t please everyone so say what you think (without being hurtful) and be true to yourself.

You are worthy.  I am not trying to sound like some broken record here but you are worth the time, love, and patience of those around you. Just remember: you have to be willing to grow and adapt. You cannot stay the same person and expect those around you to change for you. What you put into this life you will, eventually, get back but you have to be patient.

Be willing to wait. Wait for what’s right. Don’t you dare settle for less than you deserve and remember the simple fact that we all accept the love that we think we deserve. The people that you surround yourself with are a direct representation of the kind of person that you are.

You have a choice. In everything that you do, you get to choose. This is your life and no one else gets to live it for you. That’s your job. Make it something that you can be proud of. You are the only one that gets the final say in what, ultimately, happens in your life so live it wisely.

Love without fear of the future. Do this but be cautious with you heart. Love the genuine people in your life and learn to wade through the people who want more than you have to offer them. When he tells you he loves you, believe him but don’t ignore the signs that tell you otherwise. People in your life will tell you, “actions speak louder than words” and they are right. Directly related to this theory is to say that if he doesn’t shower you with compliments every second of every day but he shows his love, care, and energy to you, also believe him when he says he loves you. Men are kind of complicated… and so are women so there’s no getting around that one. Sorry my love.

Listen. When Mom tells you, “You’ll find someone better”, LISTEN. Mom has always been right and I can guarantee she has never steered you wrong before. Yes, sometimes she’ll push her wants on you but that’s what moms do. Get over it.

Love yourself. It’s okay to say that you love yourself. It does not make you a narcissist. It makes you strong. It may seem, on some days, like there’s a hurricane in your chest but you’ll soon learn how to calm the storm inside yourself. Also keep in mind that you cannot truly give someone else the love that they deserve until you love yourself for all that you are and are yet to be.

Be humble. Always. Compliments are great but, remember, there is always going to be someone, somewhere, who is better at whatever the compliment is pertaining to. Allow for the compliments, say thank you, and always remember where you came from.

You are not invincible. Have fun but just know that you are human just like everyone else. You get one human life and you have people here that care about you. Take care of your beautiful body. Try to treat it the way that you would want someone else to take care of their own.

Take your own advice. All of your friends come to you for advice for a reason. You are brilliant. Learn to accept the advice that you are giving to others for yourself. You know what genuine human connection feels like so why accept anything less for yourself than you would want for your best friend, your sisters, your brothers, your mother, etc?

Fall in love with the silence. Lastly, I want you to fall in love with the silence. On those rare occasions when the thoughts finally quiet and the silence shows up to occupy the noisiest parts of your brain, take a moment to appreciate it for what it is and always, always keep your head above the noise.

Instructions not Included

I am more than certain that everyone, at some point in their life, has had to ask the question, “How do you do it”. Asking this question can either be a testament to the person being asked the question or it could be a cry for help. We can usually tell by the intonation in someone’s voice what is needed for an answer.

We have asked this question before and I’m sure everyone has had someone answer this question by simply saying “I just do” or “I don’t know”. I know that I have ask someone how they do it and have genuinely wanted to know what steps they took to achieve the result that they think I am just complementing by asking the question in the first place.

When asked this question by someone, the one thing I can ask of you is to answer the question to the best of your knowledge. What did  you do to get yourself to the point that you are? What can you tell that person to make them feel like they can walk away from the conversation feeling more confident that you know what you did?

I say these things because there have been times in my life where that sort of guidance would have helped.

I remember being lost in myself and seeing people, as confident individuals, being themselves and loving who they are in their own skin. Asking that question to them, the answer was always, “I just do” or “I just am”. Living a life that is special to you is critical and although your situation is specific to your life, there are ways you can help others get to the point where maybe they have a path follow.

In this life, there are things that we eventually have to figure out on our own. Nobody has any answers. Nobody has the secret key to the kingdom that is your happy ending. Only you can figure it out what your life is going to consist of but to be able to help someone else through the same predicament is really what genuine human connection is all about, right?

Step by confusing step, we walk and, sometimes, crawl through this life in search of what is going to make us happy. What is going to make one person happy is different from the next. There are moments in life that are going to be painful and figuring it out can be brutal but with the right people around, it isn’t so terrible. Asking for help and for answers to the most pressing questions could end up being a lot more beneficial than you may think.

Along with the scary, confusing, and thought provoking parts of our lives are the simple, beautiful, and serene moments. Wading through the rough patches can be the most gratifying thing in the long run. We have to make sure that the fleeting moments of positivity outweigh those which make us overwhelmingly unhappy. There are some moments in this life that you’ll want to hold onto forever and you’ll have to remember that beauty is not meant to be held captive or kept in a cage.

My advice to you, as I’m trying to figure this out myself, is to accept the help, love, and positivity as it comes. Let those around you be your beacon. And, for what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.

Experience of Youth

When we were young we would wear happiness on our sleeves like we wear pain now. Youth has never been defined by age but by experience. The moment we experience something traumatizing, gruesome, sad, or even sexual we lose our innocence like some sort of evasive monarch. It stays for only a moment and then it’s gone.

Young. Before pain. Before the first time I fell off the monkey bars.

Young. Long before I was scared of the dark. Before I knew there was something in the dark that I was supposed to be scared of. Before the dark became my best friend because, suddenly, it was all I knew.

Young. When innocence was the only option. When we played outside without fear of assumption. No fear of people wanting to play games that we didn’t. When the games were just as simple as the innocence that we were fighting to preserve. When we though preservation was something simple.

Young. Before I learned that the glowing blue light on top of the stove hurts when you touch it. Before I learned that the video tape I got from my neighbor was actually not The Muppets. Come to think of it, I never knew what it was to be innocent, if this is the way I choose to describe it.

Young. Before he touched me. Before he made me an object. Before he acted like he was spoiling me so that I didn’t tell Mom. How young must I have been to not remember what it feels like to be innocent? Before the closet was a decent hiding place. Before blankets were no longer safe. Before feeling like my own skin was still filthy after my shower.

Young. The shower no longer safe because, “we don’t lock doors in this house”. He always wanted to play a game that I didn’t and the only reason I knew it was wrong was because we were alone… and I had to keep quite.

Young. When I didn’t know how to preserve something like innocence because I didn’t even know the word. When there was nowhere to hide but in plain sight. When I didn’t want people to leave the house without me and they thought it was because I was being rotten.

Young. Before he told me that I was nothing but a good fuck. Before my depression held me captive in my own mind.

Young. When I wore pain the way most children wore their snap bracelets.

Young. When everyone expected a girl to be “seen and not heard”. I could only stay quiet so long. I had stayed quiet too long.

Young. When I spoke but no one heard me. When I was tired.

“Tired? You’re too young to be tired”.


“What do you have to be stressed about”?


“Why don’t you talk to us? We are all here for you”.

Young. When all of the voices fell silent. I was so young and no one wanted to see why or they attributed it to teen angst, or whatever you choose to call the darkness that I wore draped over my shoulders at the age of sixteen.

I was young, so they called me inexperienced. They called me naive. I was the definition of naive. I was so young when I believed that I had seen so much and really hadn’t seen much at all.

Young. When he told me to close my eyes because it would only last a second. When I wore the darkness like a pelt around my throat so that it didn’t wear me. The cloak thick, shielding me from outside forces but holding me hostage within myself.

Young. Before the dark made me old and the experiences made me…. new.

She was the Calm and the Storm

She was his rock. She was steady, unmoving, and unapologetically beautiful. She always stood up for those too afraid, beaten down, or uncomfortable to have a voice. She was the crack of thunder after the sky was streaked with light. She wore her confidence like a badge of honor, the sun gleaming off it to catch the eye of intrigued minds.

She never once asked for forgiveness for her abrasiveness. Never stating to the people around her that she was anything less than worthy, she knew what she had to offer. She could offer her love, support, and undying gratitude for the energy that others seemed to exude. Her soul was as beautiful as the illuminated clouds that surrounded the moon.

One man was all it took. Suddenly, she was no longer the crack of thunder. She was the lightening. She was all rage and no forgiveness. The anger building within her soon was released and if there were people in the way of her succeeding in the task that she was bred for, the consequences were deadly. She was created in the eye of something beautiful and was destroyed by an egocentric heart.

He looked at her with admiration. He knew of her beauty but not of her worth. He knew of her strength but not of her tolerance. He knew of her confidence but not of her stubborn determination to thrive without another’s restraints. She needed fuel to stoke her fire but he never loved her. She was just fuel for his ego.