Bernie Sanders was in my city tonight. His speech, his energy, and the excitement of the people that crammed themselves into the too-small space so they could support him in our incredibly-conservative city was… amazing. Empowering. And it got me thinking about politics. And the fear that comes with that. Continue reading
First, I want to say that my medication is working well, and life is… good. I haven’t had any suicidal thoughts in almost a week, and I feel certain again that I can face any challenge that comes my way. I smile more, and things don’t seem as overwhelming. I’m back to looking forward to challenges and overcoming difficulties. I’m writing again. And I remember what it is to feel unbreakable. There are some cracks in the armor, still, but I at least feel like they’re repairable. Every day is a little bit better. And, more importantly, I’m still trying to make it better for other people that suffer from depression in my community. For the first time in a long time I feel like I can do something about it. I don’t feel weak and insignificant anymore. I don’t feel like I’m unworthy of change. Continue reading
In case you’re just dropping in, I’m still discussing the way mental health patients are treated and what I’m trying to do in order to keep that from happening to anyone else ever again. Specifically in this post, I’m talking about why advocating for mental health is so impossibly hard, and how much it costs me and others like me to help spread change. Continue reading
I suffer from depression. I am not ashamed of that. Nor am I ashamed that I sometimes need medication to help me through darker points in my life. It has taken me many years and a lot of self-reflection to get to the point that I feel comfortable enough to say all of this. It’s taken a lot for me to get to where I don’t judge myself every time I admit that I suffer from a mental health disorder. Which is why I’m still working on not expecting horrible judgments when I talk to others about it.
But there are some places that you can go knowing that you won’t get judged. Today, when I realized I needed help, I went to my local hospital. I thought I’d get the help I needed there. I thought I’d be treated with respect for admitting I had a problem that I couldn’t fix on my own. I thought a lot of things. Continue reading