The one thing that came into my mind, the only thing I knew was guaranteed to stop the feelings, was in the kitchen drawer.
Give Yourself a Break – Why it’s Ok not to be Ok Sometimes
If anyone tries to tell you that you have to push through and be “on” all the time, that’s a lie. Tell those people to go take a long walk off a short pier!
The One Person You Can Never Fool Is Yourself
Most of the time it starts off innocently enough. You may notice things you’re doing, but brush them off, try to justify them. Then it gets out of control.
I thought I was getting better
Why can’t I tell my friends that things have turned bad again? Why can’t I tell them the suicidal thoughts have returned?
*TW* In Retrospect
College triggers a lot of underlying issues, which tend not to surface until you’re too far into the rabbit hole to comprehend what’s happened.
The Post That Never Was
This is my message for Mental Health Awareness. Not the one I planned, but one that is authentic and important, slightly nerve wracking to make public, but essential.
While the world sleeps – why do I hide in shame?
If you could see my mental illness then things would be different, I’m sure. But you can’t, so there is a huge stigma attached that makes me hide in shame.
Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour
Body-Focused Repetitive Behavior causes hair loss, infections, scarring, shame, loneliness and isolation. There’s help out there, don’t let shame deter you.
Dear Mother: I love you but hate the unwanted lessons you taught me
The three most beautiful and empowering words I can think of right now are ‘I was wrong’. Really, truly, deeply knowing that I was wrong has lifted a weight off my shoulders and allowed me a route forward.
I think I’m Paranoid (and complicated)
My paranoid thoughts whisper to me. My insecurities have been pressing down on me oppressively since yesterday. I’ve been very very still today.
Letting Go of the Shame
I’m no longer feel ashamed that I feel emotions, or for expressing them. The more I practise, the more I am able to experience letting go of the shame.
My Malfunction. I Carry my Burden as a Mark of Shame
I carry my burden as a mark of shame. I pummel it down into backpacks. And I rarely assess. I scarce consider this may not be my fault.