Mental Health

Young girl sets out on an adventure across fields of wildflowers toward a distant mountain.

Why I Dumped My Therapist for a Hindu Priest

Sometimes the traditional approach just doesn’t cut it. Fortunately, there are many possible paths toward self-truth.

~ It’s a simple fact: 4:30 a.m. is the sort of hour where you suddenly wake up, regretting your entire life. Is it the darkness, the eerie void, and the quiet that make one feel so uneasy and alone?

The birds are all still peacefully asleep, their beaks and sweet faces tucked snugly in their feathers. How I envy them!

Outside my window, the waning moon lights the way clearly yet reveals none of its secrets. Will I be alright?

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Woman covering her eyes with her hands.

I Don’t Have An Opinion

Should we completely ignore the news for the sake of our mental health?

~My cousin and I were about 40 minutes into our pleasant conversation. We hadn’t been in touch for most of our lives, and then circumstances led her to reach out seven years ago. Since then, we’ve discovered that we’re quite similar in our beliefs and values. Except, of course, when we’re not. Something she said toward the end of our call shook me and got me questioning how I approach daily life and current events.

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The Featherless Parrot: Worrying About Worrying Too Much

Contemplating the exhausting, soul-destroying practice of constant worrying and how you might go about overcoming it

Oh poor little parrot, will they leave you all alone?
Do you fear an uncleaned cage,
an empty dish, or lack of home?

It makes me cry, such a sad sight indeed
You pluck out all those pretty feathers
I’m afraid you’ll start to bleed.

Besides yourself with worry
At what might not even happen
Will make you chilly and featherless in a hurry!*

From gargantuan issues (global warming, terrorism) to the minute (squirrels in my attic), I worry. In between those two extremes, from that which I have absolutely no control over to that which is easily remedied, there are a multitude of concerns like ever-vigilant sentries, with guns slung over their shoulders, marching to and fro and keeping me awake at night.

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Transcending the Sad Circus: Caring for Someone With Bipolar Disorder

A loving family’s secrets, struggles, and triumphs

~ All my life, I’ve asked myself why. What was the reason, the purpose, the lessons I was meant to learn, being born into the family I found myself in? On the inside of my mother’s wedding ring, which she still has but no longer wears due to her frail condition, is the inscription “We three against the world.” I fought against that worldview for a long time, as it seemed to forever place us—and me—in a never-ending adversarial position with all of humanity. It put me at odds with life.

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