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I wish I’d taken my mental health more seriously in grad school
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Getting mental health care can be hard enough. Then comes paying for it.
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I found this study interesting because I do believe the thing that has pushed me from mild anxiety or depression into a worse state is not believing I could do anything. Not having any hope, in other words. These folks sound something very similar:
Third Places Also Need to Be Safe
I think this is interesting. Of course, access to a park or walkable neighborhoods would lead to better mental health outcomes. At least that is what we’d expect. But for some young people, when that park or neighborhood isn’t safe, it might turn into yet another place to be hyperalert and anxious about.
Links I’m Sharing (weekly) – June 14, 2020
Data charges removed for websites supporting victims of crime – Have US carriers done the same? I Am No Longer Allowing My Mental Illness To Tell My I’m Unlovable Moving Past Stigma How Organizations Can Support the Mental Health of Black Employees How can we spot mental illness in men? How Bad is the Stalkerware…
Sharing – Michigan kids in mental health crisis sent out of state as facilities close
It’s easy to talk about supporting mental health, but is it too much to ask that we fund the resources needed to provide that and allow them to exist in our neighborhoods?
Link – 5 Simple Steps to Reduce Stigma About Mental Illness
5) Be a role model. Stigma is often fueled by lack of awareness and inaccurate information. Model these stigma-reducing strategies through your comments and behavior and politely teach them to your friends, family, co-workers and others in your sphere of influence. Spread the word that treatment works and recovery are possible. Changing attitudes takes time,…
I am Who I am Despite the Abuse, Not Because of It!
There was no gift involved in child abuse, no silver lining, and no reason for it to happen. It was abuse inflicted on me by another person. Period. That experience is part of me, but not nearly the sum of who I am. I refuse to let anyone define me that narrowly.
