A few weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me the following personal essay. It was originally published on stigmafighters.com. She asked me to share this because sharing our stories has great power. Talking about our struggles can help heal one another, and reduce stigma. If you have overcome your childhood, this writer wants you to know, you are not alone.
Mental Illness Is My Mother by Anonymous: Continue reading →
Today, as my family and I were driving home, we witnessed a woman break a bottle on the back of another woman’s head. There were four of them. My husband’s reaction was to pull over and make sure no one was going to kill anybody. My reaction was total annoyance, as the ladies were fighting in the middle of road, and I wanted to go home. I felt nothing. I barely even acknowledged what had happened. Continue reading →