My brain is my own very personal hell. LET ME OUT! Anxiety and depression and mania! OH MY!!!!!!!!!!

A short version of my story written with a touch of my hometown southern grit. I grew up in a one stop light town in rural North Carolina. I wanted to try to bring some of that "small southern town" energy thru to the reader with this one.

Help me!! why does everybody act as if they're already dead? choking choking choking I CAN SAVE YOU WHY WONT YOU LET ME

When I was 6, I tried to copy the older kids on the playground by jumping off a swing. Later at home, I gave it a go on my own swing set — but my shirt and leg got caught, and I landed on my arm, breaking it in three places. Getting a cast felt like a medal of honor because everyone signed it, but nothing prepared me for the day they removed it. I walked into the room expecting a simple cut-off, only to see a giant saw hanging over me. Terrified they’d cut my arm off, I panicked until the nurses calmed me down. In the end, it was painless — but little me was absolutely sure I’d leave with fewer limbs than I arrived with!

Atop of the pearly quilted and sunloathed bedsheets is fascination compared to the mysteries that sit in front of shot creature.

A simple dental checkup with my 15-year-old son turned into a two-hour ordeal. Called back after 10 minutes, we still waited forever while he perfected dramatic sighs, ceiling-staring, bib-fiddling, and flopping in the chair. A hilarious reminder that teenagers can survive almost anything…except boredom.

Mental health is oftentimes brushed under the rug. After losing my child to this serious issue I just have to share my experiences with you guys.

A poem about my derealization/depersonalization. The feeling of being stuck in a mental state and longing for a breath of fresh air.

The garnish is offensive and needs to be stopped. I'm joking but i'm really not. I think I'm going mad.

Kevin King has a hard time with a busy shift at his job, and it results in high anxiety for Super King.

This is a collection of notes on the kind of pain that has a name heartbreak. Here you will find the shattered pieces, the echoes of a goodbye

Welcome to my life as a growing Christian!! I’m here to spread the good news and let everyone know just how good God is!

To help avoid depression while living with dyslexia, build a support system—talk to friends, family, or a therapist. Break tasks into smaller steps and celebrate small wins. Use tools like audiobooks or speech-to-text apps. Be kind to yourself, and remember it’s okay to ask for help when needed.

Being depressed while having dyslexia makes it hard to stay motivated or focused. Struggling to read or write can feel even more frustrating, and the lack of energy from depression makes it harder to push through those daily challenges.

A collection of thoughts, memories, and moments captured in the calm between waves and hoofbeats. This stream reflects on solitude, nature, and inner peace much like a quiet ride by the sea. Perfect for notes on mindfulness, creative inspiration, or simply slowing down.

Hi my name is Tyson Clifford Creed Lagrelle I am officially diagnosed with bpd and ptsd and fasd. I want to start off bye saying how wonderful it is that you are subscribed. I can’t wait to help and debate with everyone

I free write the feelings I have because I been through some rough things and want everyone to know you can get through it

Sunday is more than the end of a weekend...it’s a pause, a breath between endings and beginnings. A Sunday Reset isn’t about chores; it’s a glow ritual that clears clutter, restores energy, and sets intentions for the week ahead. From tidying high-impact spaces to nourishing with simple meals, journaling, and caring for your body and spirit, each step helps you release the past and enter Monday grounded and refreshed. Think of it as a gift to your future self...your weekly chance to realign, reset, and step into the week with clarity, balance, and confidence.

Living with schizophrenia is a journey through a world of contrasts, moments of clarity, moments of confusion, and moments of unexpected insight. In the mosaic of my mind, every thought is a tile: some bright, some shadowed, all part of a larger picture. This blog is a space to share honest reflections, personal stories, and thoughtful explorations, offering both insight and understanding. Here, creativity, resilience, and the complexity of lived experience come together, challenging stigma and celebrating the depth of the human mind.

Charles Colson’s essay "Clean Livin': Protecting Ourselves from Ourselves" cuts through the noise of today’s endless health care debates with a simple, uncomfortable truth: America’s most expensive health problems aren’t caused by a lack of government programs—they’re self-inflicted.