Living With the Door Open
I’m attracted to men. That single sentence has been a source of anxiety and depression for a large part of my life.
Seeking Therapy for the First Time
Whether you’re a therapist or the person in your friend group who always helps others with their struggles, I know how difficult it can be to ask for help.
One Year Sober
A year ago I was hopeless, broke, and I wanted to die. I believed that at the age of thirty-six it was too late to make a life worth living. I was so scared of myself because I had no idea who I really was without drugs or alcohol.
What I Learned From Losing
Losing my leg led to a slow and painful downward spiral toward rock bottom, and it has taken years to climb my way out.
Facing My Trauma
You could say I’ve been through a trauma or two.
Love Worth Living. Life Worth Loving.
Come on decades of therapy, do your thing. Come on endless sessions in rehab, remind me that I am more than my rage.
For When Hope and Help Feel Unreal
During my second stay in rehab, there was a mantra that I clung to: You are worthy. You are enough. You are loved.
Somewhere in the Middle
I wanted to hear the candid account of someone in the middle, maybe just past the hardest days of this illness, but not quite to the happy ending where you’ve reached the place you never thought you would.
To Choose Vulnerability
I am now searching for the keys to unlock my caged emotions so that I might once in a while admit candidly before others that I am not always doing okay. And maybe, just maybe, it will be all right for me to be human.
Flowers at Your Feet
The good exists even if it’s small, silly, or invisible.
I Still Struggle With PTSD
I want to forget the past and move on. I want my head to quiet down. I want to be able to walk into a store or restaurant and not start to sweat and shake. I want to not be afraid to leave the house.
Don’t Let Your Diagnosis Define You
I let it define me instead of defining my mental state. Everything I did wasn’t because I was doing it; bipolar II was the reason.
