James Prescott Talks About Triggers
James Prescott shares his story of encountering triggers and shares what he’s learned about identifying and managing them.
My Bipolar Diagnosis Is My Elephant
Sharing our diagnosis is never easy. Alicia Rust shares her experiences with her bipolar diagnosis and sharing the elephant in the room.
I’m Not Setting Any Goals This Year
This is the time of year that every personal development writer starts using a dirty word: Goal. This year, I’m rebelling. I’m not setting any goals.
Giving Means Letting People In
One piece of standard advice from mental health professionals to those on the road to recovery is to start giving. Sure, I’ve had a few moments when I’ve been glad I volunteered, but I’ve also felt resentful of the imposition on my time. Resentment and a giving heart do not go hand-in-hand. This time was different.
How I Changed My Relationship with Alcohol
I’m not an alcoholic. I’ve never attended meetings, no DUIs, nothing matches what you might expect. Yet, my relationship with alcohol was a problem.
I’m Tired of Having Relatable Experiences
Just a few days past my 40th birthday, my first mammogram came back with red flags. I couldn’t believe; I’m tired of having relatable experiences.
Explaining My Bipolar Diagnosis to My Parents
“Did you know that ‘you’re so sensitive’ and ‘you’re so intense’ are phrases commonly associated with people who have bipolar?”
The White Pill: My Journey to Bipolar Disorder
“Before we can determine what else is going on, we need to address your depression.” The blood drained out of my face. Depression? Of all the outcomes I expected from this appointment, a diagnosis of “depression” wasn’t even on the list. It’s just not how I thought of myself. Maybe at other times of my life, but not now.”
I Published a Book and Lost My Identity
The last thing I expected when I published my first book was an identity crisis. Yet, there I was: My book was out and I lost my identity.
My Fridge Broke and I’ve Never Felt So Stigmatized
Our refrigerator started having issues. I knew it needed to be repaired, but I had no idea that the experience would make me feel deeply stigmatized.
My Best Depression Ever
I’m still surprised at how dramatically the work I’ve done would change my depression experiences. I never expected to say: This is my best depression ever.
Rebuilding After a Major Loss
What do you do when a fire takes important family history? How do you move on and rebuild? Grieving can contain a hidden opportunity.
How Much Can Your Two Hands Hold?
I taught my daughter how to ride her bike. She taught me some key wisdom: Our two hands only hold aren’t limitless. How much are you holding?
My Prayer for Healing Upturned My Life
Post-baptism, I spent the next few days in shock at my daring. As much as I knew I believed and my faith was true, claiming the title “Christian” felt dissonant. Yet, here I was, a fully-baptized, genuine believer and follower of Jesus Christ, and I wondered: “What happens now?”
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