Healing Through Words and Pages
To read the stories of people, to quietly be involved in their struggles and their victories reminds me that it’s OK to be human, in all its flaws and all its glory.
Oasis of Hope
I wish our doubts and fears made sense. I wish they would listen to the logic shown in the love of our friends and family. I wish they could be laid to rest with the simple knowledge that there is someone out there who cares.
The Poetry Bandit: Stealing Back My Love of Writing From Alcoholism
Why couldn’t I just drink normally? Why couldn’t I stop after one glass, one beer—or even two? Heck, why couldn’t I go a whole Monday without pouring myself, four to six glasses before my lunch even arrived at the restaurant?
Even On Your Worst Days
We have all felt pain, even if we pretend we haven’t. I think this somehow brings us together. I think this might be called love.
World Suicide Prevention Day 2018: Tomorrow Needs You
Today is not the day your story ends. Today is not the day the darkness wins. Today needs you to know that it’s okay to ask for help. Because tomorrow needs you.
Working It: How TWLOHA’s Editor Balances Boundaries, Blogs, and Mental Health Breaks
When it all comes down to it, you are more than your art. You, as a living, breathing person, come before any of that—which is reason enough to take a medication that helps you stay alive.
Depression, Anxiety, and Asexuality
No matter what I did, there was a lingering feeling that something about who I was, wasn’t OK.
The Reality of Addiction and How You Can Help
Getting sober is incredibly hard. Staying sober feels impossible most days. Trying to get sober again after a relapse is like trying to punch a volcano into submission.
The Ugly Side of Self-Care
It took me a long time to embrace the ugly side of self-care. I’m a perfectionist at heart, so whenever I’m not at my best, I consider it a failure.
Demi Lovato Is Only Human: Recovery, Relapse, and Response
Demi Lovato is only human. It feels important to start with that. It’s a simple fact, indisputable, but it’s one that can be easily overlooked.
Recognizing My Truth
The truth is that I ignored warning signs that my eating disorder was back. The truth is that my grades were suffering and I was isolating myself. The truth is that I didn’t have an answer when my therapist asked me to name something I thought I was good at outside of my eating disorder. The truth is that I’m struggling.
Breaking Barriers at Electric Forest
These walls can, should, and will come down. We will build tomorrow together.
