Mental Health needs its own “ME TOO” movement

Mental health needs its own "Me Too" movement. Because make no mistake about it -- all those feelings that make us feel like giving up -- those are no less abusive and toxic than the perpetrators of sexual harassment.

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Anorexics Don’t Exist.

Anorexics don't exist. Nor, for that matter, do bulimics, or alcoholics, or schizophrenics. There is no such thing as "the mentally ill," just people with mental illnesses. In short, PEOPLE ARE NOT THEIR CONDITIONS. There are people with anorexia, yes. But anorexics? Never met one. There's an unfortunate tendency in society to label people. We... Continue Reading →

Permission to Feel Shitty

Society tries to tell us that smiles and happiness are the only acceptable ways to navigate the world, and so I assume I must be doing something wrong. I try to fix what in reality, isn't even broken. And all of this fight and struggle only makes things worse.

R E S P E C T (just a little bit)

Part of the reason I started this blog was to help people understand what it's like to live with something like an eating disorder. (Or anxiety, or depression, or any other type of mental illness.) There is so much misunderstanding out there about mental illness that I hoped to serve as a beacon of light... Continue Reading →

Facing the Music

I feel much better today, yet the only thing different is that I DECIDED to feel different. I had been sitting around waiting for things to just magically get better on their own, when the power to change things lay within me all along.

Spreading Hope in 30 Seconds

What if when you were feeling hopeless, all you had to do was dial a number or visit a website and you'd be connected with the exact message you needed to hear? With Project Hope Exchange, you can! The project collects, aggregates and shares 30-second audio messages from people who have dealt with some form... Continue Reading →

When Doing Nothing is Something

I'm a do-er. Or in Fraggle Rock lingo, a doozer. Remember them? Those guys were always busy. Working, moving around,  building things. I never really knew what they were building, or if the work they were doing had any real purpose, but man could they go to town. I did some digging, though, and if my sources... Continue Reading →

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