mental illness

I know that in sharing my story of my brother's suicide, I can contribute to greater awareness around the reality of suicide.

I’m doing all I can to learn how to accept my new identity and this new normal because at the end of the day, my antidepressants are keeping me alive.

For over five years, I endured these attacks. A therapist identified the source of this physical and mental torment: anxiety.

The reality is that mental illness is often messy and disruptive — and sanitizing that reality isn’t helpful. I felt like a stranger in my own life.

What even is “normal?”

I knew before I truly knew. When the icon revealing the new Facebook message from Daisy’s brother flashed on my screen, my heart fell to my feet.

It’s been a month since we moved to our new house i

The most valuable thing though, being a therapist with mental illness, is that I get it. I know how desperate you feel to change your life.