The first time it ever crossed my mind that I may have been suffering from depression came after months and months of feeling alone, empty, overwhelmingly sad and just downright exhausted to the bone.
When I pictured my teaching career throughout college, I never in my wildest dreams imagined that my first real world job experience would be in a psychiatric hospital. I mean who does really?
Because I write when I feel lost; before I’ve figured myself out, before I’ve learned my lesson. I write while still putting the pieces together and a piece, the wrong one, can inspire a plethora of worded emotions to follow.
If you struggle with panic attacks, like me, you’ve come to terms with the fact that at the worst moment possible you could have an attack.
“Cheer up.” Seriously? Don’t you think that a person with AD never thought of it? They want to be happy, but the fact is they can’t – at least not at this point in time.
Millions of individuals struggle with excruciating anxiety on a daily basis. There are many official names for the varying forms of anxiety, but the bottom line is that no matter the type of “disorder” one is diagnosed with, it can become crippling.
Your need for perfection.
Someone asked me to describe Bipolar Disorder. So I told her to eat her favorite things. Followed by foods that make her stomach hurt.
Here’s the truth about being diagnosed with depression: It sucks.
A 19-year-old Ivy League student athlete named Madison Holleran posted an image of holiday lights twinkling in the trees of Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia on Instagram an hour before she killed herself by jumping off of the ninth level of a parking garage downtown.