Mental Illness Is Ugly - Sparklle Rainne and Sarah Fader Once upon a time, I lit a box of vomit on fire. It was an attempt to hide my Bulimia. I had nowhere to purge, so I puked into a box and slept with it in my room all night until I could drag it [...]
I like to talk. Preferably to people. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be the center of attention. Probably because growing up I received very little of it. I grew up not knowing a lot of things but one thing I did know was that of all the things to talk [...]
Trigger warning- sexual assault I was raped when I was fourteen years old. Before the assault I was a socially engaged kid, marching in “Take Back the Night” rallies, listening to And Difranco and Tori Amos, solemnly absorbing the rape stories they sang and understanding their experiences weren’t universal, but at the same time, they [...]
I am twenty-three and I have lived with depression for half of my life. Before I was even aware of what the words depression and anxiety meant I knew there was something wrong with me. It wasn't just sadness but a persistent feeling that nothing would ever bring me happiness. My depression was the result [...]
*Trigger warning - suicide When I sit down and think about it I’ve said the word suicide more in the past two years than I said my entire childhood and adolescence. Two years ago I don’t even think I knew how to spell it right S-U-I-C-I-D-E. “The act or instance of taking one's own life [...]
Killing Us Loudly for Stigma Fighters, Vol. 4 Heydon Hensley * * * Content Warnings: domestic violence, gun violence, suicide It may seem strange having an essay dedicated to domestic violence in this anthology, but even the briefest reflection reveals that domestic violence is – of course – surrounded in stigma. Unfortunately, the stigma and [...]
My First Manic Episode I was teaching 3rd grade Quran and Islamic Studies when I noticed something was wrong. My kids were young at the time, so initially, I thought I was just stressed about being a new mom. My youngest daughter was in preschool. Every morning it was a struggle getting her to class [...]
SOFT AND MADE OF MELTING SNOW 'I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.' It was hot. Exactly eight-hundred [...]
Let me tell you about a time, a time of crime, well it’s a crime in my head, a memory that still fills me with dread. Hitting rock bottom on a personal level, I staggered into my flatmates room with a knife, out of my mind, a sign of hope I couldn’t find, deep down [...]
The Rhinoceros On Top of Us Lauren Hunchar writing for Stigma Fighters Once, I was a teenager in the early years of her acquaintance with depression. I was a girl scared of her own thoughts, feeling alone, confused, ashamed. I got scared enough to tell Mom I was worried; scared enough to push past the [...]
