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"Why do I get the birthday blues?" is a question that bothered me for years. Only recently did I learn that I am not the only one who feels sad on their birthday. While plenty of people look forward to celebrating their birthdays -- as they should -- there are enough folks who can only throw a pity party. Here's why I feel the birthday blues.
Having a structured and strategic morning routine helps me cope with anxiety and anxious thoughts. Starting the day on a positive, calming note sets the tone for the rest of the day. I incorporate specific practices into my morning routine to feel less stressed and happier. Here's how my morning routine helps my anxiety.
Healing borderline personality disorder (BPD) seemed like a vague concept. I used to romanticize healing, to think of it as this linear journey where each step forward meant fewer breakdowns and more sunshine. But in my experience, living with BPD feels like the mind is a treacherous landscape, and talk therapy just isn't enough. It's one thing to talk about wanting to be free of your triggers and to imagine yourself as some serene, enlightened version of yourself. But it's a whole different thing to feel that weight lift off you in real time. While difficult, healing borderline personality disorder is possible.
Managing binge eating disorder (BED) at work was one of the most challenging aspects of my life. The stress and the easy access to food created a perfect storm for my binge-eating episodes. I often found myself turning to food as a way to deal with the pressure, leading to cycles of overeating followed by intense feelings of guilt. Here's how I learned to manage binge eating disorder at work.
I have schizoaffective disorder, and I’m hearing voices again for the first time in a long time. Due to medication, I didn’t hear them for what seemed like ages. But now they’re back. Here’s what it’s like to be hearing voices again with schizoaffective disorder.
Therapy has changed my life. I wanted to go to therapy for years, but I only got access when I reached my breaking point in 2017. While I wish I had sought help sooner, I'm grateful I finally did because, honestly, therapy changed my life in unexpected ways. Whether you are on the fence about it or have decided it's not for you, read on to know just how impactful seeing a therapist can be.
I think focusing on expression can improve self-esteem. This year, I am attending the Burning Man festival for the first time, and I can already feel the impact it's having on my self-esteem. Self-esteem is something I have struggled with in my life, often feeling like I am not fully myself, not truly seen, and unable to express who I am deep inside. But the decision to participate in Burning Man is changing that narrative. The festival, known for its radical self-expression and communal ethos, is offering me a unique opportunity to explore and express my authentic self in ways that I never thought possible.
I have bipolar disorder, and I have studied abroad. From the moment I enrolled in my first college classes, I eagerly searched for opportunities to study abroad, unaware of the impact my oncoming diagnosis would have on my plans. Here's how bipolar disorder affects studying abroad.
Relapse is a scary word for any recovering gambling addict and a common hurdle in the recovery journey. My first relapse was at 11 months. I had been clean for almost one year. I had rebuilt my life, friendships, and even finances. But then stress from work hit, and that familiar itch came back. I justified it as a one-off, a harmless distraction, but before I knew it, one bet had turned into 10, then 100. I was experiencing a gambling relapse. 
Anxiety can be about the present and future. This came to mind because we had a big transition in our family recently. My baby started kindergarten. Now, both of my girls are in school. The house is quiet, and life feels a little different. This isn't what I pictured life would be at this moment. I thought we would have at least one more little kiddo around to fill our house with noise and laughter, but that hasn't happened. I feel sad. I feel a little lost. I wonder what the future will hold since this phase of life has come sooner than I anticipated. This change brings up anxiety about the present and the future, but I know I can overcome it and live happily in the now.

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Christina
I hear your voices. Can you please help me let me know what medication you’re on. You could save lives with this information. My email is christinacrawford555@hotmail.com
Thanks!
R
I just relapsed on my chest after a year :/
J
This is me exactly. I've been working on my mental health for years and I still can't get ANYTHING right so I've come to the conclusion today that the only choice left is to give up. I QUIT!!!
Nowell
I was sicker than I'd ever been. Debating on going into the hospital. I wanted to find him. He was somewhere in the house, but I was to sick to look for him. I wanted a simple hug. I was relieved when I saw him passing me . I was about to ask him for that hug. I'd been sick for way to long. Six weeks. I just wasn't healing. He looked at me and said, " your such a piece of sh*t. Can't you even heal?" The next time I'm sick I may not pull through.
Amber T.
Slumber party! I am 14 and attended a slumber party last weekend with four other girls and the host girl who is a puberty bedwetter. She wears a thick cloth diaper and rubberpants to bed every night that are put on her by her mom.Later on on saturday night,her mom called all of us into her bedroom and told us that to level the playing field,that we all had to wear a diaper and rubberpants also.Sarah,the host girl,was put into her diaper and rubberpants first,then the rest of us were told to pick out a pair of her rubberpants from her drawer,then we each had to lay on Sarah's bed and her mom babypowdered us,pinned the diaper on us then put the rubberpants on us over the diaper.It was quite different having the diaper and rubberpants on under my nightgown! All six of us looked like babies with the diaper and rubberpants on under under our pjs and nightgowns! Sarah's mom was happy that all six of us were in the diapers and rubberpants and we got silly and acted like babies!