I was at work when I found out Jason had died. Everything else in the world went blurry. Jason is dead. Shit. I looked around my little window-less office, “I think I think I have to go home now.” Fuzzy thoughts wondered if I needed special permission to go home early from work. He wasn’t [...]
My flesh is raw, open, sore, red. It hurts. I want the pain to stop, but it's new. I can feel the place where it struck me... HARD. FAST. The words they burn my skin. I want to turn away. I want to let it heal. I want it to all be over and done [...]
I don’t really remember a time when I wasn’t experiencing some type of turmoil in my life, however small. I grew up with 4 older brothers and an older sister. They all took their fair share of recreational drugs or drank alcohol. They caused my parents many sleepless nights. Unfortunately, at an early age I [...]
I am a Survivor of Suicide By Kurt Cunningham I tried to end my life one night after having a wonderful fun-filled evening with friends. It was in November 2012 — I had a plan in place for months. Not one person had any idea what I was planning to do. After a series of [...]
I was born in 1980 into a family that had a long history of mental illness and disability, most notably severe Bi-Polar Disorders, clinical depression, and GAD. Two relatives committed suicide in the last 80 years, one to a self-inflicted gunshot wound, the other by throwing himself under a train (my grandmother has been in [...]
I've always thought of it as having a skin too few. The stupidest things upset me. I can be happy and content but one prick and I deflate with a sick feeling of futility and inadequacy acidic in my stomach. As a child I never seemed to get it right. I would greet beloved relatives [...]
She was weak. He didn't try hard enough. She was lazy. He didn't appreciate his life. She's not sick. She doesn't look sick. He gave up. She gave up. He wasn't thinking about his family. She was only thinking of herself. He had a choice, he chose to be depressed. Smile. Fake it. Act happy [...]
"My name is Ethan Michael Carter, and I don’t belong on this site." At least thats what I feel I should write, before I close down my Mac and get on with the ‘normal,’ things in my day. But the truth is, I do belong here, and I do have a story to tell. Maybe [...]
I have lived with depression and anxiety for nearly as long as I can remember. For years I would not fully acknowledge that simple fact. During my teenage years I turned to drugs and alcohol to help me cope with the pain and shame I felt. In my twenties and thirties I was on and [...]
The Pain without a Name by Sarah Griffith Lund We didn’t know. We never knew what to call it. We didn’t have a diagnosis then. If you had a mood disorder or a mental illness before the 21st century, then it was understood and treated within the limitations based on the research, knowledge and resources [...]