The 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami killed more than 35,000 people in Sri Lanka, injuring more than 21,000. Over 1,000 children were orphaned and more than 7,000 children lost one parent.
My mental illnesses are diseases, just like my cancer, and need to be treated in a similar way. If I, myself, can't share my story then it indicates that I also have stigma so I discuss my mental health issues openly just like I do anything else. I have found that when I share my story, I have an impact.
Moses treads a lonely trail through Ebola barricades to provide psychosocial aid so that these traumatized victims do not become another lost generation.
To all of you who, like me, struggle through this time of year: Please be gentle with yourself. If grief visits, let it. Reach out if you need help. Set clear boundaries and don't be afraid to honor them even when you're feeling pressured not to. Don't force things.
Paper Love, the debut book of journalist Sarah Wildman, unearths the story of Valy Sheftel, the woman left behind by Wildman's grandfather Karl when he fled Nazi-occupied Vienna in 1938.
In light of these facts, in light of my own rape and the rapes of too many of my friends at the hands of their peers, I do wonder: Whose credibility is really to be doubted here? Jackie's, or the public peanut gallery that has diluted sexual assault down to a number and a date?
As people begin to question the integrity of the Rolling Stone journalist who broke the UVA rape story, the veracity of the survivor, and whether this whole issue should ever have been raised in the first place, there are many lessons we can all learn as this story continues to unfold. We need to stand together against sexual violence.
I have been blessed with this ESP. I gladly concede to this clairvoyant gift so long as my husband remains untouched -- but that is impossible. The demon is sewn to my husband's soul. We can lock him up, but he will never leave us.
We salute all parents in the audience tonight who created families thru adoption, me included. November is National Adoption Month. I thank all of you who were inspired to support the kids "left behind" after you adopted your children.
The more we talk about mental illness the same way we talk about physical illness the faster the perception and stigma will change. Your story, or a loved one who has had a victory over mental illness or addiction can inspire others.
Let's have Veterans Day stories about okay-feeling veterans. Let's have them year-round. Let's also have the stories of veterans who don't feel okay, not because of what was done to them, but because of what they did to the countries they occupied and the people whose lives they turned upside down.
Yes, my emotional apothecary for treating PTSD requires varying levels of self-work, self-care, and self-awareness, which starts off daunting (and painful) but eventually becomes indispensable.
Now I have two poems to read each Veterans Day. One to ensure those who have suffered never leave my purpose and my life, and the second, to remind me that this is my purpose and that this is my life.
I am not my PTSD. I never was - and never will be - crazy. The trauma therapy, however hellish, is a pill I must swallow. Through it, I will heal. The darkness in my life will, someday soon, brighten, and I will excel when that time comes.
For those who have suffered since Newtown and for those who predictably will suffer in the months to come, a few lessons learned in hindsight from one Newtown Resident.
This is the first time I've been truly alone in what feels like weeks. I feel like I've been living the life of a ghost. Groundless, rootless, floating from above, watching everyone else's life unfold before me. It's a strange thing.