

Lost At Sea
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
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


Anxious for Everything
anxiety: this is TOO much!!!!!!!!!!!! me: *completely lost* umm…. What is too much? anxiety: THIS me: homie… I am literally sitting at home doing nothing. My only obligation this evening is to take out the trash. School went well today. What exactly is the problem?? anxiety: EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE WE MUST PANIC me: but nothing is happening…? anxiety: TOO MUCH! Ok ok… now that we have had a small laugh and got through a bit of the uncomfy…let’s get to the real stu


Let's Talk Body Image
Body image is incredibly complex. According to Anna Sweeney (MS, RD, LDN, CEDRD-S), this idea is processed in nine different regions of...


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


How I Got Here!
Growing up in a Christian household, I have been a believer since I was five years old and grew up attending church and Bible studies. While my faith suffered from passivity, I maintained a relationship with Christ until high school. Struggling with perfectionism, I quickly became overwhelmed and began to desperately seek control over my life. Over the next two years I pushed God aside, solely focused on following the plan I had for myself. Surprisingly, Letters from my sweet


