“I received my first handicap car permit at the age of 27.”—Me I periodically express this not to elicit sympathy from others. My intention is to remind myself that: a.) I need to give myself grace b.) To remember that not many will truly understand the burden that I’ve carried. As a counselor on
I was raised in a house full of “brainiacs”. From my perspective, my siblings effortlessly made A’s and were called “the smart children” by my parents. On the contrary, I was the poster child for Hooked-on-Phonics (if you don’t remember those commercials, you are too young to read this!). I was not actually diagnosed with
In a heartbeat, my husband will say that I am the emotional spouse— which I will gladly own. Why not? Being emotionally intelligent is a gift to claim—it brings empathy, sympathy, and compassion towards situations and others. However, if you also claim this gift, you might be aware that it can get the best of
September is National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month, a designated time that we are able to make steps towards building unity and breaking down the stigma surrounding mental health & suicide. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), suicide claims a life every 40 seconds; which equates to 800,000 lives per year! Statistics prove that suicide
I recently finished a great read— We’re Going to Need More Wine, by Gabrielle Union. Have you read it? Isn’t she so self-aware and grounded? YAS, GABBY! Her personal vignettes elicited a number of my own, unknown biases and rooted struggles. By the end of this biography, one prejudice, in particular, resonated with me.
In the Spirit of Mental Health Awareness Month, our team decided to start our first team MH challenge! We decided to challenge one another to practice something that would better OUR OWN mental health. We were able to use a technique of choice—the members had to practice the task for one whole week! Here are our personal stories:
No matter how familiar hospital stays were to me (for my autoimmune condition), there was always a “down-time”. I like to say this is the time in between nurse check-ups, family/friend visitations, and procedures—when the hospital bed can feel like an island that isolated me from the rest of the world. By the 3rd
On the week of my 28th birthday, I can remember feeling a strong level of maturity and resilience. I thought about how I overcame 5 hospitalizations, 2 blood clots, married my best friend and made it to my late twenties within one year. So many events & accomplishments to be thankful for. I also recall
“Do I really want to put this into my body?” “Taking this will make my condition real” “Why can’t I do this on my own?” “Will I become a zombie?” “I’m so worried about the side effects” “Is there ANY other way?” Does any of this sound familiar? If you were diagnosed with a mental
Re·sil·ience The ability for someone to properly adapt to stress and adversity.