My Journey to Stability, Pt. 3

A circle of blurred faces surrounded me, all talking at once. The level of chaos outpaced my own mind and I struggled to keep track of what was going on. Drugged and intoxicated beyond capable cognition, the world began to slip away once again. In the mess of voices, the realization of my fragile state… Continue reading My Journey to Stability, Pt. 3

That Time I Almost Went to Disneyland

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Growing up, my family never went on any vacations. One year when I was eight, we traveled to Tennessee for a family reunion. I didn’t know anyone on that side of the family and never made friends quickly anyway. I don’t remember any other time we traveled somewhere that didn’t involve moving. We lived in… Continue reading That Time I Almost Went to Disneyland

Grief And Mental Health

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Grief and Opinions If you have faced a tragedy and someone tells you in anyway, shape or form that your tragedy was meant to be. That it happened for a reason and that it will make you a better person. Or that taking responsibility for it will fix it. You have every right to remove… Continue reading Grief And Mental Health

A Guest Blog Spot – Emily K. Harrington

The first day on that stimulant was the night I became furious with myself in a conservatory practice room, blacked out (also known as having a dissociative fugue) and walked several miles out of town. When I came to, I called campus Safety and Security officers to drive out and pick me up. I got back to the dorm, popped two hydrocodone (my first attempt at self-medication), and stood outside of my room looking at the doorknob, feeling like there was a pane of glass between my outstretched hand and the door that I couldn’t possibly penetrate.

When Family Makes You Feel Alone During the Holidays

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I know I’m not alone when I say I don’t like the holidays. Everyone has their reasons. Family gatherings always reminded me of or created more bad memories.

Music and the Memories of Depression

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Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. From the baroque era to black metal, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t listening to some kind of music, first on a little cassette player, then on CDs, and now of course through online streaming. In fact, the… Continue reading Music and the Memories of Depression

PTSD is Like the Overdraft Fee in My Memory Bank

Memories—some I cherish and want to remember forever and some I want to forget. A memory is the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. I wish we could pick and choose our memories. Some memories are there forever and easily retrieved. Some memories are gone forever—vanished into thin air. Poof. My memory bank… Continue reading PTSD is Like the Overdraft Fee in My Memory Bank