Monthly Archives: September 2016

“I don’t have trauma.”“What happened to me isn’t trauma.” “Trauma is something horrific.” “I should have been able to cope with it.” “It’s not sad.” “I’m not upset.” Accepting you are suffering from trauma is by far one of the … Continue reading →

Four years ago, a good friend of mine put her 10-year-old son on Prozac (fluoxetine). He had always suffered from anxiety and anger outbursts, but at age 9, his behavior turned violent, and his ruminations were keeping him up at … Continue reading →

One of the worst parts about depression — and there are certainly many — is that it robs you of hope. Hope that you’ll actually feel better. Hope that the darkness will lift. Hope that the emptiness will fill up … Continue reading →

When we think of people with clinical depression, we think of individuals who are overtly sad — a permanent frown etched onto their face. We think of people who can’t get out of bed and have a hard time working and performing tasks. People who … Continue reading →

I keep going back to this quote by Vivian Greene when it comes to learning how to live with my chronic illness: “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” In … Continue reading →