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  • Jay Williams
    Published about 11 hours ago
    Post-Party Crash

    Post-Party Crash

    This past Wednesday, I had what would be considered a mental crack. Not a complete breakdown, but I had broken down throughout the day. Waking up on my day off, I had experienced a series of fluxes in my emotions that all lead up to me feeling empty and overflowing with tears. You may be wondering why or even when did I figure out that I was mentally cracking. Through the tears and anguish, I had begun to search out, to figuring out the reasons why. Why was I so damn sad when everything around me has been going well? Why was I feeling so empty that mustering the feeling of being "full" was a difficult task, especially in the things that had been going very well for me?
  • Sean Patrick
    Published a day ago
    Movie Review: 'Brittany Runs a Marathon' Takes a Critic for a Ride

    Movie Review: 'Brittany Runs a Marathon' Takes a Critic for a Ride

    Warning: this is going to be a movie review, but it is also going to be a wide ranging therapy session for the critic writing this. Strap in.
  • Kelsey Lott
    Published a day ago
    Harlow's Haven

    Harlow's Haven

    Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Birds made their rounds around the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You awaken from a brief sleep. The clock shows 3:15 AM. You hear HE yelling, obscenities again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It’s way too early for this, HE must have stayed awake through the night again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You can hear HER running up the stairs, her muffled pleads overshadowed by HE’s fit of rage. You hear the faint sound of glass breaking, the sound becoming more clearer with every step you take towards your bedroom door. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Your grandfather’s clock seems to stop in the moment of time. You wish it all would stop. You wish your dad was still here. Your real dad. The dad you’ve never known, he died protecting the country… a single gunshot wound to the heart, the obituary read. So senseless, and short, that damn obituary. All he did for our country, and all the favors he did for people he thought were his friends, no one even bothered to show up. No one, except my mother and I. Holding HER hand, I did not yet understand that when I lost him, I lost HER too. Now he’s buried in a vat of dirt in the ground. I was three when it happened. I recollect a man in a bright blue suit, knocking on the door and giving HER a letter. I remember her tearing the crease, to a single piece of parchment paper reading over it with her trembling fingers, and then falling to the ground. I remember HER being hysterical. HER was pregnant with my baby sisters at the time, as she rolled on the floor, a carticuare of her own body. I could not help but giggle, for I could not understand what was happening. It was then that my mother shooed the men out the door and then ran up our spiral staircase and locked herself in her room. I could remember it was days of isolation for I fed myself with what was in the pantry, and when I had eaten the last piece of bread, I walked towards the nearest house I could find with my stuffed bear in hand, knocked on the door and asked if I could have something to eat. I remember the sound of flashing lights, the blue and red sirens seemed like they were dancing in my eyes. The men in suits came and took her from me. I was just five years old. Just a few years ago, when I was old enough to understand, I learned that she had tried to kill herself the first night she was stolen from me.
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  • Cheryl E
    Published 2 days ago
    Panic Attacks Are a Life Sentence

    Panic Attacks Are a Life Sentence

    As a child growing up, I knew I as different from everyone else. The sights and smells of certain foods made me ill, and I had a finicky appetite. If I smelled something that disagreed with me it would feel as if my breath were being cut off. At other times I would be eating, and it would feel as if I was unable to swallow. I broke out in cold sweats and was very nervous in crowds.
  • Lewis Jefferies
    Published 2 days ago
    Airports, Rail Companies, and Supermarkets Are Supporting People with Hidden Disabilities in a Lovely Way

    Airports, Rail Companies, and Supermarkets Are Supporting People with Hidden Disabilities in a Lovely Way

    So, I recently discovered something that could potentially work incredibly well, providing it gets the attention it deserves. I saw an article online, which went into detail about the new Hidden Disability Sunflower Lanyard Scheme.
Staff Picks
  • Kelly Brealey
    Published 11 days ago
    I Own Bipolar and cPTSD

    I Own Bipolar and cPTSD

    A lot of times, you hear people with medical or mental health conditions "disown" their diagnoses. They refrain from saying "my cancer", or, "my anxiety"—and for good reason. It has been shown that by separating yourself from your illness, you don't take on the negative attributes; you are not your illness.
  • Harley Super
    Published 26 days ago
    Honest About Mental Illness

    Honest About Mental Illness

    There's a certain strength that comes along with being honest about where you need to be met.
  • Richard L
    Published about a month ago
    10 Super Secret Facts About Being Addicted

    10 Super Secret Facts About Being Addicted

    My name is Richard Jones and this is my story!
  • Paige Graffunder
    Published about a month ago
    Finding Light in Darkness

    Finding Light in Darkness

    I am an atheist. I hold to no gods, no faith, no religion. I don’t have a problem with people finding faith comforting, but I don’t believe in proselytizing and I think that “mission trips” are just a fancy way to say “colonialism.” However, a couple of years ago, I had a friend join The Satanic Temple, and because I try to take an active interest in the lives of my friends, I looked it up. And what I found there, was the Seven Tenets, that are the fundamental base to The Satanic Temple. They resonated with me, and I read more and wrote them out; and over the last two years, have applied them to my life, and my therapist and I agree for once that they have helped me. So without pretense or expectation, I present to you the Seven Tenets, and how I have applied them to my life to aid in my constant process of tweaking my outlook to improve my mental health.
  • Alicia Brunskill
    Published 2 months ago
    Living with Anxiety Long-Term Is Like Living in an Apocalypse
  • Camilla Rantsen
    Published 3 months ago
    The Ultimate Eating Disorder... Solved by Vampires

    The Ultimate Eating Disorder... Solved by Vampires

    I was recently asked what my favorite comic book was when I was growing up. My answer: I didn’t read comic books growing up. They seemed to feature mostly ducks and mice in outfits, which unnerved me and so I took my shaken soul to other forms of reading material like Laura Ingalls, Astrid Lindgren, Daphne Du Maurier, Oriana Fallacci, even Erica Jong. (TOOOOOOO YOUNG. NOT READY. STILL NOT READY)
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Addiction
  • Ann King
    Published 4 days ago
    Coping with Alcoholism

    Coping with Alcoholism

    Being in any type of relationship with an alcoholic or an addict is just hard for everyone involved. You want and try so hard to save this person from their self-destructive ways.
  • Sarah Seas
    Published 4 days ago
    Normy and the Step-Addict

    Normy and the Step-Addict

    So you find yourself in a blended family with stepchildren, some who are grown up. By no fault of your own, one of the stepchildren happens to become a drug addict. You and your partner are non-drug users, not alcoholics and never have been. You are both "Normies" (normal people who do not alter their state of being by getting high or drunk all the time, preferring to mentally keep it normal).
  • Victoria Heard
    Published 6 days ago
    My Spiritual Connection Through Music

    My Spiritual Connection Through Music

    June 15, 2018, This Is Me Company, sharing my life experience.
Advice
  • Ayanda Mandlazi
    Published 5 days ago
    Are You Sick of Shame?

    Are You Sick of Shame?

    The feeling of shame is one of the most overpowering feelings you can ever experience. The definition of the emotion implies that you had to have done something, therefore, you feel humiliated or embarrassed. I'm sure we've all been there after doing something out of character, and you end up feeling shameful.
  • Authentically Me
    Published 20 days ago
    Meeting Your Emotional Needs

    Meeting Your Emotional Needs

    I am not exactly sure how to start this article, but I think that it is important to discuss the importance of meeting one's emotional needs. In fact, for everyday life, it is vital, because if your own personal needs are not met, you start to withdraw from your interpersonal relationships, and become what some call a hermit. While every once and a while it is okay to hide in your shell, you need to make sure that this does not take over your entire life, because it is unhealthy to stay away from people for too long.
  • Briana Jenkins
    Published 26 days ago
    Mental Illness Is Not Taboo

    Mental Illness Is Not Taboo

    Looks can be deceiving.
Anxiety
  • Andre N Jones
    Published a day ago
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  • Kate Burdon
    Published 6 days ago
    Living with Anxiety

    Living with Anxiety

    I remember the first time I told someone that I suffered from severe anxiety. The person, who was my employer at the time, replied with, "I get stressed sometimes, too." Really? Stressed?
  • Paisley Hansen
    Published 10 days ago
    How Becoming Organized Can Help with Your Anxiety

    How Becoming Organized Can Help with Your Anxiety

    If you are a person who deals with constant anxiety, then you will be happy to know that keeping your life organized can help reduce your anxiety by a great deal. When you organize things in your life, you feel more in control of your life, which gives you confidence and reduces stress. To manage your anxiety, one of the best things that you can do is to keep getting organized in your life. In this article, some of the easy ways of staying organized will be discussed, which will help in reducing your anxiety levels quickly and effectively.
Bipolar
  • Jay Williams
    Published about 11 hours ago
    Post-Party Crash

    Post-Party Crash

    This past Wednesday, I had what would be considered a mental crack. Not a complete breakdown, but I had broken down throughout the day. Waking up on my day off, I had experienced a series of fluxes in my emotions that all lead up to me feeling empty and overflowing with tears. You may be wondering why or even when did I figure out that I was mentally cracking. Through the tears and anguish, I had begun to search out, to figuring out the reasons why. Why was I so damn sad when everything around me has been going well? Why was I feeling so empty that mustering the feeling of being "full" was a difficult task, especially in the things that had been going very well for me?
  • Shannon Clarke
    Published about a month ago
    I Have Bipolar Disorder and I Will Not Be Shamed

    I Have Bipolar Disorder and I Will Not Be Shamed

    When I was eight, I felt true sadness for the first time; real, deep sadness. The kind of sadness that can’t be cured with a hug from your mum.
  • Ryan Ziemba
    Published 2 months ago
    Bipolar Penpals

    Bipolar Penpals

    My aunt, who, like me, struggles with mental illness (me, bipolar disorder, her chronic depression). We've begun to exchange letters to track our comings and goings in hopes of at least to keep a steady diary charting our moods, at most to offer one another consolation and guidance to live fuller, more stable lives.
Coping
Depression
  • Andre N Jones
    Published a day ago
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  • MCBerthaG Divinity
    Published 9 days ago
    Why Is Depression So Depressing?

    Why Is Depression So Depressing?

    I just had a conversation with a guy I met in my neighborhood recently. You know, just a small conversation as he passed by my place as I was bringing my dog back from taking a major shit. He asks me how I'm doing. I say, "umm ok" and kind of wiggle my head back and forth in a figure 8 as I rack my brain trying to figure out how I'm really doing. I like to be honest you know? But I couldn't find anything to complain about. Things have finally become on the quiet side for me after years worth of what some might call "Depression." Have I been depressed? I guess so. I know I've been sad. There was a lot of crying going on, on the daily. I mean I just found out that my entire family and every friend I have ever had spent the last 40 years thinking something about me that wasn't true. And there was no way possible for me to be able to go back in time and change that. So yea, I have spent the last few years being "depressed." Again I say, "I guess," because when I think about depression I kind of feel like I don't really know the definition to the word. What is depression? Is it a bad thing? Sure I'll tell you I was depressed, but do I have to also agree with others' immediate thoughts saying that it is a bad thing? The stigma that goes along with admitting you're depressed? That something went wrong in your life and now things are bad and that's all a bad thing and now we shall treat you bad and you will be bad and so on? And did I have a good enough reason to be depressed?
  • Alissandru Lopez
    Published 14 days ago
    No Soy Loca (I Am Not Crazy)

    No Soy Loca (I Am Not Crazy)

    The first time I admitted to my father I was going through a depressive episode he looked at me with concerned in his eyes. The words that followed made me instantly regret ever saying a word.
Disorder
  • Samuel Moore
    Published 13 days ago
    Toxic Masculinity

    Toxic Masculinity

    Over the last few years we have seen the phrase, ‘toxic masculinity’ being used more and more. While the majority of the time this is used to put down men and blame the patriarchy for most of the issues women face in the modern western world; there is actually a massive issue here and it is going largely ignored.
  • Dhyana Z
    Published 14 days ago
    Frigging Friday the 13th Is Coming

    Frigging Friday the 13th Is Coming

    I was born on Friday the 13th. Though many people have a morbid fear of this day known as friggatrisaidekaphobia, it’s always been a delightful day for me. Despite its infamy as the Witches Sabbath, whenever it shows up on the calendar, birthday or not, I celebrate it as “Frigging Friday.” I’ve never been superstitious nor afraid of much, but what I recently discovered about my birthday brings to surface an increasing phobia of my own, chronomentrophobia—the fear of running out of time!
  • Dakota Thomas
    Published 21 days ago
    What Fuels Body Dsymorphia

    What Fuels Body Dsymorphia

    In third grade, much like my mother, or other women in my family, I grew a butt. At eight years old I had curves and had to jump into my pants while skirts were out of the question. One of my more vivid memories from my awfully white elementary school was being in a line, and being picked out by a girl with the "normal," kid body type. According to this girl my butt was too big, and I needed to do more squats. Without any knowledge of the effect that squats have on your glutes, I sat out doing squats for as long as my young body could manage. The wooden floors in my room creaked as I went up and down, not seeing any change in my curves that kept on increasing. This memory that is sempiternal in my brain wasn't the start of a successful fitness journey, but the beginning of my mild battle with Body Dysmorphia.
Eating
  • Sandy Lo
    Published 15 days ago
    Eating Disorders: Living in Secret Shame

    Eating Disorders: Living in Secret Shame

    There are two people inside of me.
  • T. Turner
    Published 18 days ago
    Losing Weight

    Losing Weight

    This isn’t as easy as people make it out to be. People tell me to just be more active. To change my diet. Go to the gym. Work out. It isn’t that simple. It is never that simple.
  • Kate Chessy
    Published 30 days ago
    New Weight Watchers Program Encourages Eating Disorders in Kids Ages 8-17

    New Weight Watchers Program Encourages Eating Disorders in Kids Ages 8-17

    I was 8 years old when I started my first ever diet, Weight Watchers. Before I had finished growing or hit puberty, I was already trying to make myself smaller. This sparked a long journey of crash dieting, disordered eating, starvation, and body dysmorphia. My parents were only doing what they thought was best, guided by the poor advice of a medical professional. If you are familiar with my story, then you know that they had already lost one daughter at this point. I think my changing body was a reminder of my mortality to them. I think we were all existing in a system that preyed upon this fear. I already had so much of my childhood taken away from me through the trauma of losing my little sister. Diet culture was right there to swoop in and take what little childhood I had left.
Personality Disorder
  • Mina Ramey
    Published 9 days ago
    Never Alone

    Never Alone

    I joke about it extensively. I mention it in passing from time to time. I’ve never really talked about it, though. Partially out of fear, partially out of frustration, I try to keep it at arm’s length. Consider this my first steps to try and change that.
  • Cierra Hartmann
    Published 19 days ago
    Self-Harm
  • Emmeline Reader
    Published 27 days ago
    Let's Talk About BPD

    Let's Talk About BPD

    There was a Facebook post going around... not too long ago called "BPD awareness." It talked about how hopeless someone with BPD can feel, how guilty they feel on a daily basis, how it destroys their relationships with everyone they love—and I shared it. Because, that's what you do when you relate to something on social media, right?
Stigma
  • Lewis Jefferies
    Published 2 days ago
    Airports, Rail Companies, and Supermarkets Are Supporting People with Hidden Disabilities in a Lovely Way

    Airports, Rail Companies, and Supermarkets Are Supporting People with Hidden Disabilities in a Lovely Way

    So, I recently discovered something that could potentially work incredibly well, providing it gets the attention it deserves. I saw an article online, which went into detail about the new Hidden Disability Sunflower Lanyard Scheme.
  • Ashrul 'Bob' Saifudin
    Published 5 days ago
    Labelling Theory

    Labelling Theory

    Though we think that our generation is full of labels, and the that effects can be noticed as universal effects shared among people from different walks of life, it not very much of a new field that we are going into; as the theory of labelling had its origin since 1897 when a French author Emile Durkheim first suggested that behaviours are deviant only when society labelled them as deviant. The effects of labelling people can be observed in numerous wide spectrums, as the variables can vary among different people and the society they are in, such as different effects on labelling of gay people may vary from country to country, or how the effects can vary from labels associated with the person’s socioeconomic status or mental health. Even though these labels may be deemed negative, it is pretty much an undeniable fact that they are essential and pretty much incorporated in our social daily life, and to have them dismissed from our lives are just impossible.
  • LaLa "The Life Coach" Bullock
    Published 10 days ago
    This Too Shall Pass!

    This Too Shall Pass!

    I know some of you have heard someone say “this too shall pass.” I remember being a little girl in church with my mom, she’d be upset or sad about something, and an elder of the church would hug her so tight and whisper “this too shall pass!” My mom would cry a little and shake her head like they had a secret, they just knew she was going to be alright.
Trauma
  • Kelsey Lott
    Published a day ago
    Harlow's Haven

    Harlow's Haven

    Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Birds made their rounds around the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You awaken from a brief sleep. The clock shows 3:15 AM. You hear HE yelling, obscenities again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It’s way too early for this, HE must have stayed awake through the night again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You can hear HER running up the stairs, her muffled pleads overshadowed by HE’s fit of rage. You hear the faint sound of glass breaking, the sound becoming more clearer with every step you take towards your bedroom door. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Your grandfather’s clock seems to stop in the moment of time. You wish it all would stop. You wish your dad was still here. Your real dad. The dad you’ve never known, he died protecting the country… a single gunshot wound to the heart, the obituary read. So senseless, and short, that damn obituary. All he did for our country, and all the favors he did for people he thought were his friends, no one even bothered to show up. No one, except my mother and I. Holding HER hand, I did not yet understand that when I lost him, I lost HER too. Now he’s buried in a vat of dirt in the ground. I was three when it happened. I recollect a man in a bright blue suit, knocking on the door and giving HER a letter. I remember her tearing the crease, to a single piece of parchment paper reading over it with her trembling fingers, and then falling to the ground. I remember HER being hysterical. HER was pregnant with my baby sisters at the time, as she rolled on the floor, a carticuare of her own body. I could not help but giggle, for I could not understand what was happening. It was then that my mother shooed the men out the door and then ran up our spiral staircase and locked herself in her room. I could remember it was days of isolation for I fed myself with what was in the pantry, and when I had eaten the last piece of bread, I walked towards the nearest house I could find with my stuffed bear in hand, knocked on the door and asked if I could have something to eat. I remember the sound of flashing lights, the blue and red sirens seemed like they were dancing in my eyes. The men in suits came and took her from me. I was just five years old. Just a few years ago, when I was old enough to understand, I learned that she had tried to kill herself the first night she was stolen from me.
  • Andre N Jones
    Published a day ago
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  • Harley Super
    Published 3 days ago
    Being an "Old Soul" Is Trash

    Being an "Old Soul" Is Trash

    If you're anything like me, you've heard "you've got such an old soul" since you were old enough to hold a conversation.
Treatments
  • Lunetta
    Published about a month ago
    Art Therapy and PTSD

    Art Therapy and PTSD

    Healing Through Art Therapy
  • Marissa Hall
    Published 2 months ago
    Narcan Saves Lives

    Narcan Saves Lives

    There a lot of issues that are stigmatized in society, whether it be mental illness, drugs, or other various health issues. That is just to name a few and I am sure there are tons more. So, why did society become that way? Was society always so intolerant or naive to these issues?
  • Frank Dillon
    Published 2 months ago
    Afloat

    Afloat

    I wrote this script after reading the screenplay for one of my favorite movies, Forest Gump.