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.
Showing Praise
I realize now that my mom wasn’t choosing the pills over me, over her children, the addiction was choosing for her.
Never Too Broken
If healing is finite, I am far from being healed, but I am not broken.
Rally to Prevent Suicide: We Will Not Be Silent
We refuse to stay silent, we refuse to let stigma and the shame it thrives on, encourage us to sit idly while hundreds of thousands of people struggle.
Carrying Each Other
I’m here today for a lot of reasons, but TWLOHA is certainly one of them.
Celebrating My Pride: I Am Not Half Anything
All the time spent thinking I was half-this and half-that and yet not enough of either, when in reality, I am a whole person whose identity is not half-anything.
