We need to stop using the word “hope” like it is an antidote for those struggling with their mental health.
Jesus’ stained glass face and velvet tears on the altar when I dug thumbs deep into my ears to forget His name & pulled out a line of contempt woven around a wedding ring I pushed fingertips into my eyelids while you told me I held the world in my tiny pink hands Psalms becameContinue reading “Phosphosenes”
I had my first panic attack my sophomore year of college. I was sitting in my then boyfriend’s apartment, on his roommate’s ugly hand-me-down couch. We were watching something on Netflix, getting ready to go to a party. To echo the common description of panic attack symptoms, I felt like I was having a heartContinue reading “Panic, my story- part 1”
Here’s two pieces of good advice regarding mental illness: Don’t ask a person who hallucinates what they are seeing and where Don’t ask a person with panic disorder if they are going to have a panic attack Here’s an example of the second: You know I have panic disorder and you are asking me toContinue reading “Don’t ask if I’m going to have a panic attack”
I had my first major panic attack in several years. YEARS. I had deep-breathed my way through those years. I had maintained medication, moved to the city, and started grad school. Then it hit me. It hit me hard. It felt like a sign of complete and utter failure. A relapse. Square one. I feltContinue reading “Getting over a mental health relapse”