Taking Medication For Your Mental Illness Does Not Make You Weak

It’s kind of weird to write about the medication I take. It’s extremely personal, but more than that, there is a stigma attached to taking medication for your mental illness. Regardless, I want to share my journey so no one feels like they have to hide the medication they take.

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7 Ways To Protect Your Mental Health At Work

I absolutely LOVE my current job. I have a supportive department, uplifting coworkers, and an encouraging work environment. I love it, but at some point, work will almost always feel like too much, especially when you’re dealing with a mental illness like depression or anxiety. When you’re struggling with a mental illness, how do you protect your mental health at work?

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Finding A Therapist Sucks, But I Promise It’s Worth It

Finding a therapist is often the hardest part about therapy itself. I have been in therapy before I came to NYC. I went a few times in high school. I had my breakthrough about my depression in college and had a great therapist from the school’s therapy center. When I graduated and moved back to my hometown, I had a therapist I didn’t really like. Each of these therapists had journeys to find them. Some more difficult than others.

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I’ve Been Sexually Harassed, Even Assaulted, Because Men Pressured Me Into Sex

When I lost my virginity, we were midway through sex when I spoke up and said “I don’t think I’m ready to do this.” He stopped. He looked at me. He said “Really? Halfway through? Don’t you think you should have said that earlier?” I didn’t say anything. He kept going. He finished. 

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A Broken Home Does Not Mean You’re Broken

When I explain to others that I came from a “broken home,” I do not speak proudly of it. But I should. It means that two people who were together or married or at one time loved each other, separated. That would be my mother and father. They separated bravely. They separated because they knew that the goal in life is to be happy, and they knew they could not achieve that together.

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