“Even if I didn’t think I was hurting her feelings, she’s telling me I was. So what is my end game with my current strategy – make her feel badly for bringing up an emotional issue that she’s uncomfortable with? Make her feel like dirt for being honest with her own feelings?”
“With a strong intersectional focus, this is a zine about mental health for all people, in all walks of life. We believe that mental health care and support should be a right for all.”
I like to think I can control my anger, but I usually end up burning my own life down instead.
When the world feels dark, we have to find the light where we can and hold onto it. This is a story about a bright, shining spot of goodness: My Granny.
When waking up every morning feels like starting another steep climb, how do we keep our wits about us long enough to reach the top and breathe?
When the walls of my life seemed to be crumbling in on me from every angle, I knew someone would pay. That someone was usually me.
“Obamacare turned me from a liability into a full citizen worth protecting, and to see it roll backward instead of march forward would be a stain on our national history and an immediate threat to countless people.”
“It became a running joke between my partners and I, that I was both too stigmatized and too famous to get my needs met.”
I refuse to make a New Year’s resolution. I can’t buy into that idea anymore, because I know it only sets me up for failure.
How can one negative feeling send a whole day into disarray? Why do feelings like worthlessness seem to snowball? How do I stop this?
Why does an event like the election so profoundly affect marginalized people, while allies can almost avoid it?
Feelings about feelings: How do they work and why are they so awful?
When the election results came in, it had already been a month since I gave up on trying to fix my own mental health issues. And so it turned out that the worst day of our generation collided with my own personal low.
Hope is light, hope is all that is good, hope is what keeps humans alive when all other circumstances say they should be dead. So why was I so afraid of this life-giving feeling?
Coping is a huge part of our lives and we all have our schemes, whether they’re conscious or not. In this particularly troubling time, it’s more important than ever.
This is about what we as individuals can tolerate comfortably before we’re pushed into emotional discomfort. We try to live in this comfort zone, but that’s impossible, because we’re human beings and rarely fit in any sort of box until we’re dead and literally lying in one.
GBBO hot takes, grief, Leslie Jones, DAPL update, gay lotería, Eileen Myles, Suicide Kale is a big fucking deal, Chely Wright, LGBT-friendly cities, Hannah Hart, and so much more!
Clinton’s new plan calls for prioritizing mental health care and putting it on par with physical health care when it comes to access or quality of treatment. For LGBT people, who are more likely to suffer from mental illness compared to straight people, this is a really hopeful announcement.
It’s almost impossible to master while grieving. When that grief turns into a depression, is it even M/s anymore?
What’s a compassionate queer to do when an insecure friend starts to make the whole group miserable?