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Hard Work is Worth It
It was hard to accept my mental health conditions, but I am grateful that all of this happened, because I’m stronger than I have ever been before.
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Please Live
I have struggled with my thoughts for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I would think about suicide before I even knew what suicide was. I never planned my future or said what I wanted to be when I grew up because I didn’t think I would ever get there.
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Life Has Hope
I was two hours away from home in a hospital where I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I was relieved, but scared because I had only heard horrible things about this condition.
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Faith and Recovery
Admitting that we need assistance never makes us less of a person. It simply means that we are the bigger person because we are willing to admit that we have a problem and we want better for ourselves and our children.
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A Day in the Life
I think a lot about the fact that people who don’t live with mental health conditions really don’t have a clue about what the experience is like for those of us who do.
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Talking Us Down
I have been battling depression for decades. I have been suicidal more than once in my life. I can tell you from my experience—and from those I have met in the same situation—that there is never just one reason that people feel this way.
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Preventing Suicide
18 years ago, I attempted suicide. I know just mentioning the word makes people uncomfortable. I get it, but I’m hopeful that by not being afraid to post about it the stigma can be reduced.
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Teaching Kids About Mental Health Matters
Kids are our next generation. We should be teaching them about the importance of mental health and the warning signs of mental illness. If we teach them well enough, maybe stigma won’t exist once their generation grows up.
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Suicide Survivors: The Ties That Bind Us
Since my soulmate of 33 years, Steve, took his own life in March, 2015, I have observed that there are some common ties that bind suicide survivors.
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How Music Saved My Life
On March 26, 2015, my 19-year-old brother died by suicide. His death seemed to come out of nowhere, and it left my family in an understandable state of shock.