Now I believe that everything will somehow be okay, that the world will carry me along instead of passing me by. Read more
What Happens Next: When The Specters Of Mental And Physical Illness Collide
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I Don’t Want To Be This Mother
Don’t do it, I reprimand myself in my head. She’s fine. Don’t do it. She just moved a little. Don’t do it. Embarrassingly, she has not one but two life-detecting monitors (a motion sensor pad under her mattress that came with the video monitor, and a Snuza clipped on her diaper that is supposed to beep should she stop breathing.) Don’t do it. Neither is going off. Don’t do it. She’s fine, she’s fine, she’s fine… Read more
What Happens When Self-Harm Becomes Invisible?
I did not cut myself, but was it fair to say I had not hurt myself? Without the physical marks, no one was aware anything was amiss. My self-harm had not gone away. It had become invisible. Read more
Institutions Don’t Help The Mentally Ill
There is no fundamental problem with hospitals and institutions, but instead a complicated and interrelated web of failings. Read more