Shame on our shame-driven culture.

So many of us live with #shame and are not aware of it. Why?

We live in a culture of shame – shame about expressing emotion, shame about having absent parents, shame about coming from a poor family.

Why? Are we born this way? No. We are taught this. And if you don’t grow up with caregivers who help you process your emotions or even acknowledge them, then you are likely an adult who’s emotions are erratic and seemingly uncontrollable.

This is one reason why it’s so important to reach out. You don’t need to have a degree in psychology to sense that something is wrong.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, stressed, lonely, confused, excessively tired…reach out!

These are not feelings anyone should be carrying alone! There are resources and support out there for you. It sucks that, on top of feeling like 💩, you have to be proactive and find help for yourself, but it will be soooo helpful in the long run.

Start getting to know your internal world now. It’s worth it. Take it from an adult whose #depression and #anxiety went untreated and unrecognized.

As someone who knows what it’s like to be a teen struggling through school and life with #suicidalthoughts and who grew up feeling like no one cared about me —even my family— know this – I CARE ABOUT YOU.

We don’t need to know one another to care. That’s part of being human. #compassionate #humane ✨

From one human to another, please seek support. You deserve support.

Not everyone has parents who teach them to feel valued, worthy or important and that really sucks, but know that you are. You absolutely are and this world needs you. 🌈

If you or someone you know is feeling suicidal or just needs someone to talk to, who will listen without judgement, there are a number of lifelines out there. Like @crisistextline text: 741-741 or search crisis lines in your area.

If you’ve used a crisis line that helped you, please share the contact info in comments. 💖 You never know who you might help just by sharing what’s helped you get through tough times.

Sharing is #caring. And shame is shitty!


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Mind wellness recovery and loss.

Losing people due to having a “mental illness”* is difficult to swallow but it happens. I’ve lost people in my life because of my “mood disorder.”

Sometimes it’s only in hindsight that you realize your behavior was XYZ, but it is NEVER your fault and there is NOTHING wrong with you.

What IS wrong is the tendency for people to distance themselves from or make snap judgments about a person who seems “crazy” or “weird” or awkward.

People who care for you will take care of your relationship with them. People who care for you will ask if you’re OK and if you need support. People who care for you don’t say things or ask you questions that make you feel “other.”

You are not an other and you are not alone. 💖


Have you experienced loss due to your mind illness? How did people in your life respond to your mood disorder? What’s your experience?

Mental Health Recovery
Image courtesy of A Rich Mind (@mentalwhealth) via Instagram.

*in quotes because I think most of the clinical terminology we use is stigmatizing in the brain health world.

Brain chemicals bounce around.

Every now and then, I go thru a —what I call— creative blitz.

I think it’s part of what we call “mental illness,” depression, anxiety.

Creating is survival when my brain chemicals bounce around, as they do on-the-reg.

Creating is survival for me and many others.

For some, incessant creativity is how we got through childhood.

It’s how we get through now, as well.

It’s how we(‘ll) get through life.

Happy new year, 2015.

Well, 2015. This is it. It’s been a year, hasn’t it? I’m not gonna lie. You’ve been difficult. A real bitch at times. Cancelled wedding. Death of a friend. Moving away from Meowster Thumbs McGee. Endings of relationships in so many ways… and tumbled and tangled betwixt all of that, depression and anxiety visited. They’re good at that – visiting. Those loyal old friends.

2015, as you bid your farewells, I realize how suffocated I’ve felt throughout the year. Looking back, it seems like I spent the year gasping for air and grasping for respite in deep, calming breaths. Some days, it felt as though, with each step, I sank steadily into a sandpit sludge of shame, guilt, insecurity, disappointment, fear, and quadruple-guessing. (Though, this unsettling swirl of emotions also loomed on the many days I lay supine – taking actual steps not necessary.)

But, as time ticks on, 2015. I am thankful. Thank you for kicking my ass when I needed it. Thank you for encouraging me to continue to learn and to grow. Thank you for putting me first.

You never invited in hopelessness. You offered up pain as a platter of opportunity for gaining wisdom. You inspired me to seek alternate perspectives. You told me to trust my gut, especially when it felt ‘wrong’ (translation: unfamiliar or different, not wrong or right). You inspired me to seek out more of myself and to honor the process of seeking. You reminded me that you are a friend and that you want the best for me, as each year does. I trust your friendship. Thank you for trusting mine.

I’ll give 2016 your regards and we’ll talk about you fondly over a bubbly, sparkling flute of champagne. Thank you, 2015. And Happy New Year.