The First and Last of the Dark Days

I thought long and hard about sharing a post I contributed on another blog. Yikes! This is pretty personal. If this reaches one person who has suffered through any type of anxiety and makes them feel less alone, then putting myself out there is worth it. I started this blog for a reason, this is one of them. Feeling alone sucks.

The Bipolar Writer

I learned from another blogger that May is Mental Health Awareness Month. I think many of us with mental health concerns find the stigma around it to be truly terrifying. It can push us inward and leave many of us feeling unwanted or hushed. Suffering in silence and alone is not healthy for anyone, including those around us. Today, I wanted to share with you a quick glimpse of my first darkest of days and my last. There have been many times in between, but consistently I pull myself through, and each time I do, the darkest days come less frequently, and are not as dark as the previous.

September 1996. The pressure to choose a major, before I returned for my third year of school, was being hammered upon me. The weight of this decision was unbearable. I saw many friends easily sticking with a major, planning out projects…

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