Maybe I am stronger than I think. Yes, some days I want to be mad and even hate God. But, I can't because I am blessed. I am loved and my horror is someone else's dream and I remember that every day.
In 1963, Congress passed President Kennedy's Community Mental Health Act, and a few years later, Medicare and Medicaid designated funding for the community services mentioned in the bill. Now, nearly 50 years later, lawmakers in both houses are considering bipartisan bills that would reform mental health care in America.
Modern life has ensured we no longer need to worry about wild animals, starvation, and that lunatic tribe two caves down, but it's also unloaded a metric butt-ton of new stresses on us. Stresses much more complicated than just "don't die."
If we approach our relationships with therapists like other relationships -- new, potentially-satisfying, open -- we can stop looking at therapy as this intimidating, scary thing that one needs when they don't have control of their life, thus de-stigmatizing it.
I did not choose to have an anxiety disorder with depressive repercussions, but I am choosing to be open and vocal about it, because it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's part of who I am.
Books such as The Learning Habit by Stephanie Donaldson-Pressman and the research behind them, are inspiring parents to take a look at the conventional wisdom behind giving children unlimited amounts of time to complete homework assignments.
You don't grow out of ADHD. It's a lifelong thing. But these days I don't mind that so much. The disorder has its upsides: creativity, a tendency to view the world from odd angles. And the blaring anxiety I used to feel just trying to get through the day is slowly quieting, turning into the regular white noise of a life.
Most people are familiar with some of the more common phobias, like flying, public speaking, small spaces, and spiders. Emetophobia, on the other hand, often doesn't feel like it is recognized as a legitimate fear.
August is summer calling out its end. If we want to walk into autumn without looking back in regret, now is the time to slide our body off the wall and into the center.
You can continue chasing the ever-elusive carrot of success, or you can start building your life on a foundation of true authenticity, rather than fear -- the fear of being judged for saying "no," the fear of being unsuccessful, the fear of being "not enough."
"Why did you do that? You should have..." "You know better than that!" "Try this..." These phrases echoed throughout school corridors, provider off...
Originally published on Unwritten by Kelly August. What's wrong with me? I've been haunted by this question for years. There always appeared to be a...
Patch Adams is a doctor as well as a professional clown, who puts on funny hats and a big nose when visiting children with terminal cancer to make the...
There is nothing left for me anymore in the touch of a stranger and there is nothing left in the words that I used to desperately crave to hear. Now when people tell me I'm pretty it feels like a stab to the man I want to be.
WELCOME TO THE BOXING MATCH OF Behavioral Health Disorder...
In addition to avoiding the things that could hold them back, mentally strong people create healthy habits that assist them in growing stronger. Here are eight things mentally strong people do every day to strengthen their mental muscles:
The intersection of stardom and madness, mystery and decay meet at the crossroads of Rockhaven Sanitarium. The once-thriving refuge for troubled minds now sits fallow, crumbling and silent as it awaits an uncertain future, much like its past residents.
Without mental health support services, few students are able to cope with emotional stress in a productive manner on their own. Confused, angry or scared, a student's cries for help are commonly first expressed by acting out in school.
Recently, divorce struck a little too close to home, and I flipped right out. A family I love faces divorce. Children I feel connected to are reacting to the news. And I am a child again. Night fills me with dread. My sleep is disturbed.
One would think James Holmes' recent sentence of life in prison would be a relief to me. How can I celebrate this verdict when a man who had a promising future as a doctoral student is sentenced for actions stemming from his brain disorder that our system completely failed to address?