mental wellness, Stigma

Ringing the Bell

For many years I wished my dad got to ring the bell. You know, that bell at the hospital that patients get to ring when they’re finally cancer-free. I wished he could stand up tall, on his own, surrounded by smiles and laughter and pure joy. I wished he could ring that bell louder than… Continue reading Ringing the Bell

bipolar disorder, mental wellness, Stigma

“Are you going to go postal or something?”

When I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I was terrified of what people would think of me. Even as little as 10 years ago people didn't know as much about mental illness as they do now. I might have finally had a name for my illness, but I certainly didn't understand it. How could I… Continue reading “Are you going to go postal or something?”