Making meaning out of mental health
A few surprising ways that mental illness improved my life
When “normal” leads to pain, it’s probably time to rethink it
I know this might sound unnecessarily provocative or argumentative, but I don’t mean it in that way. I’m just speaking as a matter of fact.
Your struggle with mental health issues or addiction may seem like a battle you’re fighting on your own.
Flashback to March of 2012: I was in the eighth grade and was not aware that I was suffering from mental illness.
Although it might not seem like there is a way out of the darkness, the good news is that we all hold the ability to unleash skills that will help us conquer anxiety and depression.
On September 11th, 2001, the twin towers that were the World Trade Center fell.
I was there to see it.
I have a tendency to push myself too hard.
I sincerely do not know which is worse, having a mental disorder or watching someone you love suffer from a mental illness.
I use my body to punish myself. I don't have to, but I do.
“I wonder why I can’t be myself. Why can’t they understand me. The whole world is dictating how I should be. But I just want to be myself.”
There are days that I really do try.
I used to be a “When I get there…” person.
It’s a skill that always build on itself.
When I was a kid, I thought growing meant I would feel braver. I thought it meant I would feel stronger, more competent, and more impressive in the eyes of others.