MASSAGE PLEASE

I was having some pretty intense pains in my shoulders one Saturday, so when I got off of work I decided to get a massage. I never get massages, so I don’t have a therapist. I didn’t have many options, and I was desperate, so I went to the little Asian massage parlor in the…

I Can’t Believe She Just Said That To Me

My client just sat in my chair and insinuated that mental illness was the result of man’s sins over time.  We had been discussing her difficult journey and the problems that come along with having an autistic child. The stigma, the hardships he’ll face, etc. She said she wasn’t ready to announce it to the…

Birth Mother

My brother called me one afternoon and said, “You aren’t going to believe this.” I felt a heaviness in my chest, a feeling of dread filled me. “Oh my God, what.” It had to be something bad. Well, it wasn’t bad at all! Turns out, the state of Ohio had opened its’ sealed adoption files.…

Friends with no Faces

I’ve been toying with the idea of becoming an advocate for mental health issues for a while. I interact with the public everyday with my job, and to say there is a stigma about people with mental disorders is putting it mildly. I keep my mouth shut and pretend that I don’t feel an invisible…

The Right Thing

I feel like a coward. I am afraid to show my true self to everyone I know.   It’s nothing as serious as coming out of the closet or confessing an affair, but a big part of who I am as a person I keep silently hidden from all. If you look at politics and political…

Does creativity come from mental illness?

Does my creativity come from mental illness?   When I was depressed, my only joy was creating my beloved illustrations and stories for my children’s book. I fantasized about running away to a cabin by a lake, art supplies in hand, to spend days in solitude with my colored pencils and watercolors.    I wrote…