So this is less of a blog post and more of a check-in. I feel that, with the country starting in on its reopening, anxiety and overall stress levels have got to be high. COVID-19 is still a threat. Lots of people are still out of work. There are protests and riots. There are murder bees and swarms of cicadas. Fear is high. Uncertainty is our only certainty. And 2020 seems to get be getting more bizarre and frightening by the day. So, mental health check. Have you showered in
I don't understand how there's still so much hatred in the world.
Just the other day, I was sitting on the patio of my favorite little coffee shop - which, mind you, is off of a quiet neighborhood street in a notoriously progressive area of Chicago... when I heard a ton of angry honking. I understand road rage happens, but this seemingly innocent mishap of communication on the road turned into vulgar gesturing and yelling. The exchange escalated into one driver yelling raci
Because I would escape into my mind, my mind became a cage. Maladaptive daydreaming is something I wish would be discussed in the mental health community more often. Although it is not formally recognized as a mental disorder, it can be harmful to one's overall health and is absolutely considered a psychiatric condition. For me, daydreaming started as a coping mechanism but soon became a detriment to my life. As a youth, trying to avoid dealing with my depression and emotiona
I get a lot of questions about mental illnesses... treatments, management, triggers, etc. What I know is what I've learned from experience. I don't have a degree, I'm not a teacher, but what I can say with 100% certainty is that every person - and every illness - is different. With that being said, I would like to share with you some successes and failures from the last decade of my journey toward health and stability. Perhaps this blog post can help you, or at the very least
Be honest, the last time you cried yourself to sleep - wishing someone would come rescue you, wishing it could all just be over - wasn’t the first time. It probably wasn’t the second, third, or fourth time you had those desperate, frantic, dark thoughts either. Which is why I say that in those lowest, weakest, most heartbreaking moments, you are actually at your strongest.
Hear me out.
You haven’t been rescued. No knight in shining armor has come and slayed a dragon for