How my parents influenced my mental health

Monsters weren’t under my bed, instead they were all around me. I tried to hide under my blankets and hope they’d go away – as any normal child scared of monsters under their bed would do – but for me, they’d never go away. They were in my school, in my thoughts, in my group… Continue reading How my parents influenced my mental health

Admitting That I Need Help

Imagine that you’re sitting in a small, dark box. There is only one way out, and it’s blocked by a curtain. You could so easily just reach out and pull that curtain open, but you’re too scared. You don’t know what’s on the other side of it; every so often a sliver of light will… Continue reading Admitting That I Need Help