mentalhealth
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I simply felt unnerved. I was just on edge. My sleep schedule turned erratic either staring at the ceiling unable to fall asleep or waking up at odd hours in the early morning. When talking to friends, the conversation lacked depth. My outward emotion was incongruent with my inner turmoil. My feeling felt detached from
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Fucking Facebook. I have such a love-hate relationship with the Facebook memories feature. If you are unfamiliar with the Book of Faces, just like an ex-girlfriend, this is where it sends you a notification of all the stupid shit you posted on that same date since you established your profile. I sadly joined Facebook in
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Sitting in a psych ward offers up a lot of downtime. Other than going to group and meals, not a whole lot happens outside of the occasional patient freak out. Usually, patients spent their time watching television or coloring at one of the round tables. Following a tumultuous few weeks and a nervous breakdown, I
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As with any helping profession, working in mental health beats the crap out of you emotionally. It can be difficult to maintain a positive attitude and instill hope in your clientele when you listen to severe trauma and stressed out individuals all day long. Throw in the fact of maintaining administrative duties on a supervisor
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*****Warning***** NSFW language in this post. You have been warned. I saw all the warning signs. I woke up randomly in the middle of the night and could not fall back asleep. This happened several nights in a row. My thoughts held their own Daytona 500, going in circles making left turns all day. In
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Trust provides a fundamental foundation for any relationship. However, the extent to which we trust covers a vast spectrum. At the most basic level, we even trust strangers. When we walk down the sidewalk or drive in our lane, we trust other individuals not to swerve and hit us. When you go out to eat,


