"Knowing that people are depending on you to show up and be present, it can be overwhelming to know that you’re needed, so it is crucially important to keep up with self-care. " MY DIAGNOSIS When I was officially diagnosed with depression in 2016, I
Steven and Chris are joined this week by Ian Chillag of Everything Is Alive to find out who bluffs best. This is: Pics Don’t Lie... Round One: Parents and Their Children Steven: Ian: Round Two: Animals Steven: Ian: Want to see how they do? Listen
*This is one of a series of posts we are planning for our readers to use as a tool to help someone in their life better understand the tenets of mental health. Imagine the following scenario: you need to talk to a mental health professional.
Trigger warning: Some grotesque medical imagery *This is one of a series of posts we are planning for our readers to use as a tool to help someone in their life better understand the tenets of mental health. “Without a vivid link to the past,
Trigger warning: References to suicide MANAGING ANXIETY About a year ago I had a massive, prolonged panic attack while stage-managing a play. Luckily, I knew enough people with anxiety who also worked in the theatre that I knew what was going on--but knowing what was
I never thought that I was someone who was struggling with anxiety. I was just living my life, constantly having negative thoughts that would begin to spiral and always imagining the worst case scenario. But I assumed that everyone has these same sorts of thoughts
"It’s the end of the first twenty-seven years of memories, and now I have to make the rest somewhere else." I have lived in one house my entire life. It is the same house my grandparents raised my mom and uncles in. My parents got
In this rendition of “Rad Libs”, the boys are joined by guest Simone de Rochefort (@doomquasar) to reinvent Miley Cyrus' classic song, Party in the U.S.A.! We had a lot of fun and hope you will too with your friends and family, using this template!
How My Cat Made My Life (and Mental Health) Better When I was 10, I asked for a puppy for Christmas. And so, in the early months of 2002, I was taken to one of the local humane societies on the condition that I would
Around springtime of fifth grade, the truth I had been keeping from my mom made its way into the light. My fifth-grade teacher finally spilled the beans about the state of my classroom desk. "We call it The Black Hole," she said, smiling a little