It’s Never Too Late I checked myself into a crisis unit. For the first time in my life, I did what was needed to be done for my own mental health and left everyone else’s opinions at the door. I needed help. Read More
Why Me? I checked myself into the hospital for the first time and I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect. Everything that is seen in the media about mental illness is frightening. Read More
The Struggle is Real I am touched by these conditions which are both a curse and a blessing. The blessing is the empathy it has taught me. The curse is the pain it has caused and will continue to cause. Read More
Suffering in Silence Although this battle with depression will be something I have to endure for the rest of my life, I refuse to let the stigma affect me. Read More
I Wish You Knew I wish you wouldn’t look at me differently when you know. I also wish everyone would stop using OCD and depression as words to describe how clean someone is or how sad you feel today. Read More
Both Sides of the Couch I am a psychiatrist. I am also a psychiatric patient. I have bipolar disorder and find myself on both sides of the psychiatric couch. Read More
An Ocean of Sadness People ask me what living with depression is like. I don’t know how to verbalize it other than to say, it’s like slowly drowning in an ocean of sadness. Read More
Kelsey's Story Depression doesn’t have cure. It isn’t something that you can snap out of regardless of how many times people insist that you can. Read More
A Letter to Someone Who Doesn't Understand Aspects of my personality left me susceptible to BPD. It’s not something that be cured. There’s no pill to treat it. The meds I take, however, help with the symptoms. Read More
Help Yourself and Help Others After having my son, I developed what I know now was postpartum depression. I felt worthless, hopeless and again had thoughts of suicide. Read More