Coping with Job Loss
Opportunities are around you; choose the ones that pick you up and carry you forward.
Opportunities are around you; choose the ones that pick you up and carry you forward.
There are a number of steps you can take to ensure you’re ready to return to work without putting your mental health at risk.
Coming out as a person who had been living with mental illness helped me not only find my voice but realize I always had one.
As I began to accept that recovering from depression did not mean outgrowing my support system, it became easier to fight.
Say no to fear. Embrace your imperfections, they make you who you are.
It’s important to be patient with yourself and remember even the smallest steps forward add up.
This month we are focusing on growing up, in all senses of the word. I want to focus on growing up in an emotional sense.
A few years ago, if you had asked me to list my weaknesses, I most likely would have responded with something along the lines of
Content Warning: this article deals with body image, body dysmorphia, eating disorders, and exercise addiction. It also contains an example of a fitspiration image for
Forming friendships with people from recovery or treatment is comforting and uplifting. However, it can be detrimental to your recovery if you don’t set boundaries.
When he found that I had already changed into pajamas and washed off all of my makeup by three o’clock on a Friday night, my
I remember the day it happened, the day it clicked in my head. Finally, something within my control. In 2008, my world was beyond chaotic.
In recovery, we spend many hours in our own heads with negative self-talk. Thinking, analyzing, asking questions, and recapitulating past actions and events over and
By giving the labels, standards, representations, and stigma surrounding mental health and recovery less power, we are able to claim far more power for ourselves.
I became a victim of an eating disorder during my college years. I decided to become “healthier” by watching what foods I ate, but this
I know myself, my goals, my thoughts, my opinions, and I have an identity now that isn’t tied to anorexia. I have a real future. Three years ago today, I didn’t want a future. For all of you out there fighting to survive, it is worth it.
How many times have you “stopped to smell the roses” today? How many times have you simply taken a minute to breathe, be aware, and
I can choose to love myself because, in spite of what any numbers or person tells me, God chooses to love me. This will always be enough to keep me going on my journey to freedom.
Listening to “Fields of Gold” sung by Eva Cassidy, I write this article with a full heart and a light soul. I am filled with hope
Yes, recovery is hard. I know it, you know it, but maybe the answer to “Why me?” is “Because you are strong enough.” And just maybe you’ll emerge from this trial more than you ever thought you were.
In years past, I dreaded summer. It was the season of swimsuits, no routine, and showing lots of skin. I’ve never been a very social
A long time, I thought that if I had the body I wanted, I would have the life I wanted. It took years of starving, binging,
As the thoughts finally fell to, “this is the end”, something changed and I realized my words were lies, nowhere close to true: People will miss me, people do care, and there is hope.
We should unclench our hands, let go those things that cannot be changed, and instead love the change around us. Through change, you will learn more about yourself than if you never embraced the change in the first place.
This summer I challenge each and every one of you to simply accept and be proud of where you are, what you have accomplished, and how far you have come in your recovery journey.
Stay strong, and remember: you don’t need to always be in control or know what life has in store for you to lead a happy, meaningful life. There is beauty and endless possibilities in the unknown after graduation, and letting go of control can be liberating.
Don’t let insecurity, laziness, shyness, bitterness, depressing thoughts, or even Facebook get in the way of you doing what you can to create a great summer for yourself!
By breaking my silence, I finally understood how I was not “unique” by being the thinnest, nor was I special because of my suffering. I was just human.
When I first started recovery, I was not fully committed to the process. As time progressed, I began to understand my lack of commitment came from not
It wasn’t until I went to a therapist specializing in eating disorders I was able to begin to accept I actually had an eating disorder and needed help.
In my recovery, I was not able to truly make progress until I was able to believe that I had an eating disorder that warranted treatment. Overcoming my denial and recognizing that I had a problem happened slowly and over time.
I can look back and see the ways my battle with depression has allowed me to reach out to others. I can look at myself now and recognize how I have changed and how I have grown.
You, me, us – the OCD sufferers of the world are so much more than our fears. We have so much to offer. Think of all your talents and gifts and how you’d like to use them.
What I didn’t realize was perfection doesn’t exist, which is why I was never satisfied with myself. No matter how much I controlled and ironed out my life, nothing was ever perfect or good enough.
Over time, my desire to binge eat died down. Still, I struggled with eating in unfamiliar situations and continued the cycle of overeating/undereating for several years.
I sat for an hour writing the phrase “I can’t” over and over again in my journal. My wrist hurt and my pen ran out of ink before I finally stopped.I stared at the pages and began to bawl. This was not what I wanted. I was more than a forsaken mind, empty heart, and tired soul.