The first morning I awoke in the psychiatric hospital was surreal. That corner room on the thirteenth floor was the absolute last place I wanted to be. My plans to kill myself had been thwarted by a smart therapist who had forced me into inpatient treatment. I didn’t want to be there, so I assumed…… Continue reading Mental Hospitals Aren’t Scary
I stood backstage, my heart racing and my palms sweaty as I glanced over my notes. I was about to tell the majority of my college that I struggle with depression and self-harm. I was scared. I couldn’t believe I was actually about to tell everyone some of my darkest, most shameful secrets. But I…… Continue reading I Opened Up About Self-Harm To My Entire College. This Is What Happened.
Welcome to Hope and Heroism! To the new followers and the old, I am grateful for your readership. Up until now I have been re-posting old blogs onto this new site. Old followers will notice that some of those pieces were heavily edited; new followers will soon see that the post frequency will soon be…… Continue reading Welcome to Hope and Heroism!
This piece was originally published on TenToTwenty.com I simultaneously anticipated and dreaded my practices and games as a teenage athlete. I loved the sport, working hard, and learning new strategies. My coach was gifted at teaching skills and as a result our team was very good. But there was a dark side to being an athlete as well: the pressure and anxiety…… Continue reading Coaches Teach Kids More Than A Sport
As I told my fellow American friends, relatives, and coworkers I was preparing to travel to Mexico, everyone had advice to give. “Don’t drink the water.” “Don’t eat the shrimp.” “Don’t eat at the local restaurants.” “Don’t go into the downtown areas.” “Don’t drink beverages with ice.” “Don’t get bit by bugs.” “Don’t go out…… Continue reading I Let Go of Paranoia and Traveled To Local Areas
When I first entered the Colosseum, I was awed not only by its enormity but also by the architectural and engineering genius that had created it and kept it standing for thousands of years. But as I started to walk around, my thoughts drifted to the Colosseum’s purpose. I started to realize that thousands of people…… Continue reading Redeeming The Colosseum
“I HATE YOU!” I screamed at my parents and stomped out of the room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom, with a satisfactory and pointed slam of the door for good measure. I sat on my bed, stiff and angry, until eventually the anger broke down and I simply burst into tears. “They just…… Continue reading Ten Years’ Difference: Hope For Parents of Teens