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I’m Annie, no Anne…no Annie is fine. I have a diagnosis; one that you can infer makes it difficult, at times, to make decisions. I’ve got what is called Bipolar Disorder, so I’d like to share with you a true story of profound experiences that have come to define me in so many ways. My earliest memories are solidified with equal amounts of joy, self-expression, discovery, innocence and freedom. Sanity was only a term mothers used to describe the many challenges that came with

The start of my journey at Yosemite Valley’s Happy Isles “Looks like you’ve got a storm to outrun,” said the weathered old man with his wife to me as I made my way out of Devil’s Postpile National Monument around 3:30pm. As I looked up, I saw I was just at the edge of the storm as the sun peaked through the clouds towards the clear blue skies ahead. I could hear the thunder behind me every so often breaking the rhythm of my hurried footsteps and labored breathing. I felt aliv

This road leads from Ocean through City and on across Deserts bequeathed by Tarantulas to Mormons Flat oven expanses Lacking even cacti...

I long to catch a moment— an earthy, fleshy slice of life and hug it hard until its essence bursts and bathes me. But my mind is always...

Photo by Glitch Lab App on Unsplash One : You are first and foremost a cacophony, a swirling dissonance of emotions and sounds, a type...

Photo by Manuel bonadeo on Unsplash The sensitive, feeling souls, some call us fools, are aware of the narcissistic turn of the world....

Lost Unfortunately life is here, whether you or I accept it or not. It will continue regardless of our self-acceptance. So many lost...

Like…oh my God, for sure for sure! I’m Wendy McNeill, an authentic Valley Girl. In fact, the San Fernando Valley is a sprawling suburb...

I adored my peer support group. I loved seeing the same friendly faces every week, connecting with them through shared experience and...

We had a fairytale love story that ignited in March of 2011. After dating for a week, I knew Bryan was the one and we married on...

I’m here… because I have lived a life protected from pre-existing conditions that would prevent my health care coverage. I’m here…...

It’s been thirteen years since I took two vials full of lithium and Lamictal and chased them down with a bottle of wine. I felt I had...

By Sally Littlefield My story begins after the most stressful work meeting of my life. I drove home after the meeting and parked my car...

By the time of my 17th birthday, I had been diagnosed with major depressive disorder and anxiety, placed on two antidepressant...

My name is Abraham Sculley and I was diagnosed with major depression during my freshman year of college. Growing up, I had no idea what mental health was. I grew up in a devout Christian family and Jamaican-American household with not one but two Jamaican parents. At home, we didn’t talk about our feelings, and to me, the words “mental health” meant you were crazy. As a young man, I was raised to be a protector, provider, and priest for my future family. And there wasn’t any

By an anonymous contributor I’m 27 years old and too young to understand what trauma is, I’m too young to know what depression is, and...