Ever since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated with Halloween - or, more precisely, the fear of the unknown. The idea that something could snare me up in the middle of the night right from the safety of my bed was one that kept me awake on more than one occasion. It was this idea that something was around just the right corner and that, if you were careful to look for it, you’d find something no one else had found before, almost as if a new world were hidden in plain sight - and the world you found wasn’t guaranteed to be friendly...there were a series of books from the library that students would dare each other to read because it was considered so scary. We would pour over the pages, checking them out one after the other, eager to be put on the waiting list at the middle school library to check out the books next. Those books were Alvin Schwartz’s anthology masterpiece, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, illustrated by Stephen Gammell.
Sometimes life gives you lemons and sometimes life gives you pineapples. I got Autism - and whatever fruit you choose to equate that too. I also acquired a love for the written word.
A list of LGBTQA+ folks who also advocate for mental health. Hopefully part 1 of a series!
This week's post is by a guest blogger, Ashley L. Peterson. Typically a guest post would be uploaded the last week of the month, but with moving, a new job, new medication, and other responsibilities piling up and toppling on top of me, I haven't been able to get around to it. I just haven't… Continue reading When Body Meets Brain
This past Saturday, I found that winter had made its home outside my window. I opened my dark blue curtains and squealed with delight to see big, fluffy snowflakes falling steadily down outside. After I had eaten I found myself rushing to put on a coat and hat, cutting the ends of the fingertips off… Continue reading A walk in the snow
So my name is Liam. I come from a small market town where being weird can have its difficulties. Suffering with depression, anxiety, and OCD pure doesn't go down to well where I live. I am writing a blog once a week about my mental health and the highs and lows of my day to day life. I'll talk quiet frankly about my thoughts and feelings so maybe like minded people can read this and think, "oh, I'm not weird after all."
An older post about the experience of DPDR.
It is difficult to describe something that you know, when spoken aloud, breathes an air of madness. It is harder still to write this thing down and know that others will read your words. It is a strange, vulnerable thing to be honest and open about difficulties in life of any kind, much less difficulties towards my state of being, my mind. I have no idea how you, the reader, will perceive what I’m going to say. It is a strange burden to know you must say something that you know not everyone will understand – or at least, you will never fully understand my reality. No matter how eloquently, how specifically I describe my state of mind, you will not be able to see the world as I see it. My reality, my words, are shaped in your mind by your reality, and your reality is shaped by my…
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I wrote a guest post on a mental health blog I rather admire. Check it out!
The emerging blogger series is aimed at community building through giving mental health bloggers who are early in their blogging evolution the opportunity to have their work seen by a wider audience. It’s also a way to introduce you as a reader to some newer members of our community.
This post is by Elle Rose from Secretladyspider.
I’m going mad again. Oh my god, I’m going mad again.
There’s something right outside the building, right outside the glass, but the world is flattened. It’s like we’re just some weird jigsaw puzzle and I will only exist if I go outside, but then if I go outside I won’t exist anymore. That’s it, isn’t it? But what sense does that make?
Should I just give up and give in to it? What am I fighting for?
The girl in the glass looks back at me with blue eyes…
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