The Story Of My Life
The story of my attempted suicide wasn't the entire story of my life...
The story of my attempted suicide wasn't the entire story of my life...
Suicidal thoughts and self-harm urges do not define me. The ups and downs of my recovery do not define me. The worry that I'm disappointing my family does not define me.
I made this for you, friend. I hope it reminds you that no moments are worthless.
Sometimes guidance from a trusted individual is necessary when trying to navigate your journey toward help and healing, so we asked a Licensed Mental Health Counselor to respond to some of your questions and concerns.
My history is tied to my mental health, the ways in which society teaches me to feel less for being a different color is tied to my mental health, the decisions of my political leaders are tied to my mental health, my sexual orientation is tied to my mental health.
Telling our stories and having our voices heard brings into focus our lives and our culture. It centers our personhood rather than our pain.
I didn’t understand why he fell silent when I cried or the blank look that overtook his face when I had a breakdown. I didn’t understand his resistance to things like therapy and psychiatry.
We can’t control what someone else feels or believes. But we can show up. We can choose to care. We can keep showing up.
It is a scary, anxiety-riddled time we’re living in.
I refuse to allow the same toxic cycle of verbal and emotional abuse to continue with the potential to last for generations.
Eating disorders blur the image of who we are.
This trauma will be long-lasting. Our mental health will forever be colored by the impact of this pandemic.
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