I sign for a new home with my husband is less than 48 hours but yet I feel like caving in and running away. Running to the edge of mount Washington and scream. Run from my husband of six years.Read More
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.Read More
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.Read More
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.Read More
I've gained 140 pounds, a diabetic, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, eye problems, insomnia and just depressed I started as a caregiver for my family members and forgot to care for me.
I feel as though I'm really losing it this time. I am 45 years old with two beautiful children. I have suffered from depression since I was 14 and tried to commit suicide, I ended up in a coma and started treatment shortly there after. I started having panic attacks about 9 years ago while going thru a divorce. I went to counseling and medicine and responded fairly well I thought.Read More
We don't really know each other and therefore with our badly organized assumptions we just do what we think is right to do. I have been that person for a while now whom people tried to reach to solve a problem which they thought they could fix and which I did not let happen. As many of you would, I have my hearth brokenness and I am very proud of it because without it, I would not be the person who I am now. And until recently I was okay with my being since it was not hurting anyone.Read More
I have had good days but also a lot of bad days.
This illness is so frustrating because with the help of meds my symptoms will diminish for months then out of the blue for no reason they will come back full force.Read More
I feel worthless and stupid and inferior to those around me.Read More
It’s 4:17 A.M. and I can’t seem to get out of my own head.Read More
I was 14. The guy I was dating (for a year and a half at this point) told me how terrible I was.. the way I looked to the way i laughed. He controlled my friends, my social media, and the activities I did, but it was followed by three words I LOVE YOU.Read More
Like no matter what I do, I cannot find myself swimming to the top. There is too much stuff weighting me down.Read More
"Smile honey, no one likes a frown."
Be strong when others find themselves weak.
"Sweetie, dressing like that will get you no where."
I feel like inside I am going to explode.
"Baby girl, guys don't like you."
I turned 25 in January of this year. That’s a turning point in your life. A birthday to reflect on your past, lessons learned and future hopes of the person you want to become. While spending some time reflecting on my life, one lesson, one story stuck out; and given that it is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, I have decided to share that story.Read More
Over the past year I have been through so many life changes. I’ve been through heartbreak, failures at work, my body physically breaking down, death of significant people in my life… you name it. All of that can take its toll on you. It has taken its toll on me physically, mentally, and above all, emotionally. But the crazy thing about all that negative stuff happening is that there is so much positivity that surrounds it if we choose to look at it though that lens.Read More
I may have finally reached my breaking point. After 24 years I think I might have finally lost my patience with people, and the things they do. I remember the first time I was lied to. I was five when I first discovered that Santa Claus wasn't real. The little white lie that most parents tell their children snowballed into a full blown scandal. I couldn't believe that they would lie to me about something so arbitrary, and too this day I am still filled the same sense of betrayal when someone goes back on their word.
All this time anxiety had me thinking everyone hated me when it was only ever me hating the person I was with anxiety.Read More
Growing up I had the best mom, at least that’s what i thought. Around 18, she stopped showing up at home because of another man. I was kicked out of my house, sent off to college and left figuring out life without my “best friend”. We tried reconciling our differences over the years but I was always blamed for her never having a childhood because I was born when she was 16. Mostly during these blames and fights, she was intoxicated which only made things 100x worse. I will always be her issue, even if she “loves” me.Read More
When I was 21, one of my favorite authors and speakers, Frank Warren, came to my college to talk about Post Secret-- a project he started to encourage strangers to anonymously share their innermost secrets with him. Those secrets then became art exhibits, social media posts and, most importantly, books. These books changed my life. Reading them was the very first time I didn’t feel alone in my mental illness.
Who f*cked you up so badly that you don't even know the word: happy.Read More