My eyes fly open. I quickly assess my situation: the edge of the cliff fading above, the end of my fall lost in the fog below....

Mental Illness. It reminds me of an ocean. It is vast and overwhelming, scientists are just now starting to explore the depths of all that it is and all that it contains. It is powerful, just as lapping waves slowly shape the shore, mental illness slowly changes who you are, how you think, and how you respond. Many have set out on the sea and lost their lives along the way, caught in the waves. It is deep, reaching thousands of miles, just as mental illness is deeply rooted i

My story begins in high school - feels like AGES ago but in reality it was only 4/5 years ago :) Honestly the beginnings of the illness crept up slowly and I didn't notice it was there until it had already embedded itself inside of my head. From what I remember though, my story begins fall of my junior year.... I was a varsity soccer player, involved in band (nerdy I know), and part of honors society. I had a great group of girl friends, I was in a healthy relationship, and w

Vacations in recovery are hard. You’re away from home for an extended period of time which limits your access to your usual foods and...

This week on my way to and from my jobs I have switched out my usual music selection for a podcast sermon series called Damaged Goods and...

“How do you help a friend who is struggling with mental illness?” For some reason this question always stumps me. I mean… as someone...