Forward
I reached five years of being self-harm free this past October. It was a milestone that often seemed impossible to achieve.
I Want to Live
It was a matter of telling myself, “I want to live,” even when all I wanted to do was die.
Stories
Today, I share my story of survival. I did not believe that I would live to see my 18th birthday, yet here I am, living.
The Perils Of Untreated Bipolar Disorder
“What’s wrong with me?” I pleaded. “Am I bipolar or something?”
A Hospital Kind of Joy
beyond the clouds, it is there. waiting at an oak table with a mug of donut shoppe coffee and a newspaper, saying, “you’re alive. isn’t that the greatest thing anybody can be?”
Four Drinks In
I love myself four drinks in. Four shots of vodka and I am a great mom. Four drinks in and I’m funny and likable. The anxiety disappears. My mind quiets.
Explaining Postnatal Depression When You Didn’t Give Birth: A Queer Perspective
No one may know exactly how it all feels, but it’s my story to tell, my words to write down, and perhaps one day someone else might look at this and feel less alone.
Care to Walk With Me?
It’s possible to live with scars, to feel the same pain you feel right now and to not hurt yourself because of it, to want to stop.
3 Reasons That Depression is Like a Tunnel
Depression is like a tunnel, not a cave.
Before and After
When I see declarations of happiness in pounds lost and images of shrinking frames, the voice of my eating disorder begins to rustle.
Miscarriage From a Mother’s and Father’s Perspectives
How to even begin? I was pregnant, and now I’m not.
What I Learned at HEART CAMP
Everything is better shared. Our questions, our pain, our dreams, our fears.
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