Sara Sumner

*trigger warning - self-harm* When I first became mentally unwell, I never thought I'd be here now, sharing my story—a survivor of my own minds torment. I was 16 when I was first diagnosed with clinical depression. I was in such a dark place, scared of the thoughts in my head, scared of what people [...]

Daniel Meeker

I can remember sitting in my therapist’s office and feeling a distinct sense of loss. I had just been given a temporary and non-medical diagnosis of Cyclothymia. For months leading up to this moment I had been dealing with increasingly harder downswings followed by upswings of mania. Most of these episodes would happen over the [...]

By |2018-04-12T02:34:15-07:00April 12th, 2018|Categories: Bipolar, Manic, Uncategorized|Tags: , |0 Comments

A Glimpse into My Manic Episode

Well, it’s back; the dreaded beast known as mania. I’m in the midst of a relapse and I’m so upset about it. I know exactly how it happened this time. I got sick with the flu and bronchitis about a week and a half ago. And because I was so overextended work-wise, my body took [...]

By |2017-03-02T09:49:13-08:00March 2nd, 2017|Categories: Manic|1 Comment

Stigma Fighters: The Ghost of Christmas Past

The Ghost of Christmas Past It was a Thursday afternoon, December 17, 1964, when Mom died of a ruptured brain aneurysm. She was only 34. I was 14 and my little brother Jerry’s 7th birthday was the day we saw our Mom laying in her casket at the funeral home. She was wearing a pretty [...]

By |2015-12-12T17:14:55-08:00December 12th, 2015|Categories: Manic, Stigma Fighters|0 Comments

Stigma Fighters: Kelly Burch

Bright and early one Monday morning my phone rang. I saw with shock that it was my dad, awake and calling before 7 a.m. Clearly something was wrong. "Could you stop by on the way to work?" he asked, sounding cheery. I sighed. I was already squeezing in a workout and still hoping to get [...]

By |2015-10-30T14:38:06-07:00November 1st, 2015|Categories: Manic, Stigma Fighters|2 Comments

Stigma Fighters : Laurel Roth Patton

Superwoman Has Left the Building “Why am I the one always left to do the cleanup? It wasn’t me who made this mess!” I view the aftermath of a hypomanic episode with horror and disgust. “Um, actually, it was you . . . .” Oh. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde merge back into one fucked-up [...]

Stigma Fighters : Jacqueline Cioffa

It hurts, Ya’ Know by Jacqueline Cioffa The earliest picture I have of me lives in the stories I’ve been told. The image of a sweet, loveable, desired baby girl with sparkly hazel eyes and an infectious, bubbly grin. Can you picture her? In her white crib with pastel yellow and blue painted sheep, beaming [...]