I don’t have the answers. And I’m not a politician... Instead of posting this to my social media, because I’m not brave enough to speak out, I’m writing to you.

The other night I became emotional. I was reading Trump tweets about his visit to Dayton, Ohio, where he went to grieve with the families who were affected by last weekend’s mass shooting. When he returned, he was asked how the visit went. How were his next words not something like, “It was heartbreaking. But we are in this together.” Or something along this lines. Instead he explained it as “an amazing day” —“we saw love and respect for the office of presidency, I wish you could have been there to see it”.

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Anonymous
I am a 14 year old girl, and I have gone through a lot, but my story may not define me my story has made me a better person with everything that had happened.

When I was three my parents divorced, a year or so later my mom found someone over MySpace around 4 years later they got married in 2011. Around that time my stepdad became really abusive, and stayed that way for a long while.. around the time I was 11 I started to self harm, and I had an eating disorder, times were hard at home and school too, I was going through a lot, people calling me fat, and telling me there’s something wrong with me.

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Anonymous
As a 14 year old girl split between the confusing line of her reality and the reality of others, I often lose myself in what sanity is.

The world around me has people suffering from starvation, abuse, mental illnesses, and other difficult things while I live a good life with no problems at all.

But the way everyone's suffering, I began to believe I was strange for not having anxiety or depression, and my ability to be empathetic was far from good. I was bored with my simple life, and that's when I started to destroy myself.

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Anonymous
My boyfriend broke up with me a few weeks ago, and I am heartbroken. It's hard for me to believe that my anxiety didn't have anything to do with it.

I have struggled for the past few years to sleepover at a boys house in his bed without panicking. I have since started taking medication, but that only relieves the panic attacks. I still don't sleep for fear I will panic. When I opened up to my boyfriend about my panic attacks, he said he understood. He said his friends had them and that it was okay. But when I told him that I had been secretly taking my pills every time I stayed at his house, he didn't seem to understand.

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Anonymous
The struggles of medications are very real. For the last four years I took a daily dose of Zoloft, and for about the last year I’ve taken Ativan several times a week.

The worst yet best part about these medications is that they have helped me tremendously although I want to be med free! Not only for health reasons but I am married now two years and desperately wanting a child :) so after weening off for nearly four months (very slow I know but I was so terrified of the side affects) I now haven’t taken my Zoloft in four days.

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Anonymous
Perfection. This was a motto that I religiously followed and strove to be my entire life. I always did what I was told, and held myself to the highest of expectations.

I wanted to be the best at everything I did, but I did not have a reason behind it at all. Everyone told me I was doing amazing and doing great in life, but by the time I reached college, I had never felt more lost. People say you figure out who you are in college, but somehow between being a Pre-Med major and DII collegiate athlete I became overwhelmed. It started off very small, the tightening of my chest, the inability to catch my breath, then all of the sudden everything came crashing down.

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Anonymous
There was a time when I was happy, when I was content. The world had not begun playing its torturous games with me yet, nor did I think it ever would.

It's hard to remember those days now. I've struggled with depression for almost 3 years, and it has only escalated. I am 15 years old and have felt pain more severe than I could have ever imagined. Many of you will know, but depression takes a part of you that seems impossible to get back. It sucks the life, love, and laughter out of you, leaving you with dark and twisted remains. It's like mourning the death of yourself, whilst still living.

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Anonymous
 I developed an eating disorder at the age of 15. 

It started as anorexia but soon morphed into builimia and binge eating disorder. One day in the middle of winter I had a bad binge and felt so out of control and desperate that I overdosed not intending to kilI myself but just as a cry for help. I was sent to the hospital, had my stomache pumped and put on the adolescent unit of a psych ward for 2 weeks which did nothing for me. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression, put on medication and was not properly treated for my eating disorder until I turned 30 years old and decided to go to a residential treatment facility. I went for 2 months and it really helped me but I did not have a solid outpoatient team and quickly relapsed.

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