Today You Are You
"At first, my diagnosis was a relief. It meant help. It meant I wasn’t losing my mind. It meant things were going to get better."
"At first, my diagnosis was a relief. It meant help. It meant I wasn’t losing my mind. It meant things were going to get better."
"I didn’t have words for my hurt, and I couldn’t talk about how the lust for this release had taken over my life."
"Thankfully my depression has started to feel less like a personal weakness and more like what it actually is: a form of mental illness."
"We'll look back and we'll be thankful and we'll also look ahead. And we're definitely going to celebrate. Because if one person chose to stay alive, that is worth a celebration."
"It seemed about as improbable as being struck by lightening or winning the lottery. And yet here I was, the victim of this thing called mental illness."
"As a black woman who has come face-to-face with my own mental health struggles, I understand that it is not easy."
"But if my student can so easily—in a literal click of a button—cosign her lack of worth, I want my response to be given with equal impulsivity. I want self-love to be the default."
"When your profession lists strength and bravery as job requirements, there isn’t much space left for vulnerability."
"You survived this past year. You might have sprinted across the finish line or you might have limped at the end of the pack, but you made it."
"My entire life I've tried to run away from myself. I'd think of what was wrong, and I'd come to the conclusion that it was all of me."
"Tonight, you say: I was made to breathe and move and give, which is to say love. Love. I was made to love."
"If you’re in pain today, you’re not the only one. And that doesn’t minimize the suffering either one of us has to endure, but we’re both in pain and alive together."
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