It’s All Still Me
Presenting these stories separately creates three unique images: the one healed, the one fighting back, and the one struggling to survive.
Topic: stigma
Your Darkness is Not Your Curse
You are not flawed or doing this wrong because you have hunger, because you have lonely, because you have yearning, because you have threads of self-doubt and self-loathing running through the fabric of you.
No Longer a Punchline
Nearly every day, I imagine the many ways in which I could die. Or I list off, in my head, the reasons why I should be dead.
For My Sanity
I learned how to call the hotline on my own. I learned how to Google the names fallen and the sites to go to for help and the cues to look for by myself.
Riding Waves
All signs point to joy. All calculations add up to delight. So why the hell do I feel so afraid and sad?
A Micro Story About My Life with Depression
Years after that first day when I was eight—on a day just as bright and clear—the world once again plunged into a meaningless gray. Only this time, it didn’t lift.
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.
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.
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.
Never Too Broken
If healing is finite, I am far from being healed, but I am not broken.
I Don’t Thank My Bipolar for Anything
I don’t thank my bipolar. For anything. Not a single thing.
