Allow me to preface this piece by saying first that I love my mom very much. Though this is going to illustrate the not-so-lovable qualities she has, she actually is a wonderful, caring woman. My wedding has, for some reason, brought forth a mom-zilla creature…
I am one of the lucky Mom’s who was blessed with both a boy and a girl. My son Gabriel will be 4 in August and my daughter Emilia will turn 1 this month. In this year, I realized how incredibly different boys and girls are in the first year. This may not be everyone’s experience…but this is my experience
I came down with bronchitis about 2 weeks ago, followed by four days of the stomach flu and then back to having bronchitis. I haven’t been able to catch a break since.
Happy to announce that Mental Parent now has a forum 🙂
Joe and I had been together 7 years and never been on a vacation. We decided that it was time for us to have time to ourselves and without the children. We considered a lot of different places in Michigan…Traverse City, Bay City, Detroit, etc. After a lot of time on the internet looking for things to do and hotel prices we decided to go to Mackinac Island.
By Jim Ashley
That seems to be a topic that’s never discussed in-depth. For some people, depression causes some to take their own life by means of suicide. Why do people with mental health illnesses take their own lives? To them, they reached the conclusion that suicide was the solution to end all the mental and emotional pain they’ve been suffering for any period of time (whether weeks, months, or years). Suicide is not cowardly, but rather, a desperate act that was reached with a clouded thought process. If you know someone who is discussing suicide, take it seriously and immediately get them some help!
I’m Sami and I’m going to be here to talk about the more geeky side of mental health. I’m a medical neuroscience undergraduate and was inspired to take on this degree from my own experiences with mental illness. I’m very late to the university-game at the grand old age of 26, but I’m of the opinion it’s better late than never!
Joe and I were together for nearly a year and a half before we had a separation. He had cold feet. He insisted he was to go to California and become a monk. It was traumatizing to me. It was a cold exchange of words from an otherwise warm man. My bipolar disorder/borderline was in full swing when he dropped me off to my apartment to say goodbye. I was alone, in a city, with nothing. I was frightened. I had no job, no money and had never been on my own before. I hated him.