Ten Minutes of Bravery

I spoke. I stood in front of almost 300 strangers and told them I have a mental illness. I shared a bit of my story, getting on and off meds, and my refusal to let the stigma of mental illness shame me. I only took about 10 minutes to speak. Not a lot of time […]

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Speaking of Mental Illness

I don’t know how to talk well about my mental illness. I can write about what I go through, about the depression, the anxiety, the mania, but when it comes to speaking about my mental illness I’m at a loss. It’s hard to talk in person about what it means to be mentally ill. Hell, […]

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When I Start to Feel Better

I still have bad days. I still have days when the darkness swallows my being and I am left in the lonely arms of depressions. I still have days when my hands twitch, my panic grows, and I am left a dysfunctional mess from anxiety. I still have days when I am swept up in […]

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When My Words Are Stolen

The blank page told me I was depressed. It wasn’t just the blinking courser though. It was the silent lips of prayer, the quiet between my wife and I, the ever searching for some music to speak my mood to me. This unrest and stolen words, this is what was manifest on the white, blank […]

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Harm

[Trigger warning: I am talking about my own issues and experiences with self-harm. This can be a triggering topic, and simply hard to talk about. I get if it’s too much, but I invite you to sit and read with me if you can.] It’s been months since I’ve cut. I still have the scars […]

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