As an individual who has suffered a considerable amount of emotional trauma in my adolescent years (typically an emotionally volatile period of life), I have found this goodness and love—the most fundamental virtue of my relationship with my creator—in the early years of my childhood, which has paved the way for my personal recovery through mental illness and has revealed abundant avenues for immense personal growth.Continue reading Virtues in Recovery
In the past, it felt like it was my fault that I was not “recovered” from my illness. Some days you do it. Some days you do it better than others. But every day I’ve survived with this illness is a triumph of the human heart and mind.Continue reading An Incongruence in Recovery
“I come to you, hold you
in these arms grown strong,
and tell you what I know—
it gets better.”Continue reading A Poem
“His words had set off a chain reaction, the beginning of an epiphany that would leave me finally free to reject the stigma of being “the bad child,” and move toward the freedom of self-love and healing.”Continue reading Sabotage or Saving Grace? Psychiatric Diagnosis Can Be Both
When you have to mourn
Then mourn.
When you have to cry,
Then cry.
It’s head down and on his knees
That a man remembers how to fly.Continue reading A Poem
I believe that just as someone with diabetes might need to take a pill or get medical attention, the same goes for someone with a mental health condition. A person with a mental health condition is not their diagnosis or a label, but a person just like anyone else. Continue reading A Personal Story
By William When I first heard of the “Recovery Model” for mental illness during a hospital stay, I reacted quite angrily. I had been living with Bipolar Disorder I (theContinue reading An Outsider’s View of Recovery
By Frank Pace I remember laying in my bed when I was about five or six and wondering why I felt like I just didn’t belong, or if there wasContinue reading A Personal Story
By Jeff One evening, I had a little “conversation” with my dog, Sarah. It was a cold December Saturday night during the height of the COVID outbreak. I had beenContinue reading A Conversation with Sarah
1975 was the year psychobabble and Cognitive Behavior Therapy both made the pages of Merriam Webster’s Dictionary, and my dad re-married. My new word that summer in the backyard ofContinue reading A Poem
