When I bring my car into the shop and my headlight's broken, my side view mirror swivels a cool 180 degrees on its own, the tires need rotating, and my oil needs changing, I don't need my technician to sit me down and say, "well your headlights need replacing." Correct, I can't see at night.… Continue reading The Right Diagnosis
When I say my apartment is a prison cell, I'm not exaggerating. It isn't just the self-isolation. It's the fear of leaving my home as the number of cases climbs daily in St. Louis. It's the fear I might be responsible for giving a neighbor or a loved one a potentially lethal illness. It's the… Continue reading Back to the Surface
Amidst the explosion of readership and shares, I decided to respond to some of the comments and share some personal stories of those who struggled at Truman.
I think this may clear up some of the things that I had stated in the original letter. Although I have left the university, I am still actively trying to support efforts to reform the policy as well as student mindset.
Just as mental illness has no single cause, there is no single person or variable we can point fingers at. This must be a collective effort from students and family, faculty, administrators, and alumni alike.
I'm just hoping that action can be taken sooner, rather than later.
Please also read: re: A Mental Prison To the reader: I wrote the majority of this essay before I left the university after my Spring 2018 semester. I was asked my opinion on how the school could better address the existing and largely ignored stresses of being a student at Truman State University. However, as… Continue reading A Mental Prison
Earlier this year, on August 19th, I sat on a barstool in my apartment with a towel wrapped around my waist and another draped over my shoulders. Water from my hair dripping down my face and hands trembling, I slowly uncapped the handle of rum and bottle of sleeping pills that I had set down in front of me. As I cried silently into my worn t-shirt, I felt the overwhelming weight of the world crashing down on me once again: the disappointment, the fear and helplessness, the feelings of worthlessness, the feeling of losing everything, all of it an insurmountable tsunami that had inevitably hit me again and again before.
Several years ago, a friend of mine crossed paths with a man who was paralyzed from the neck down, the result of an attempted suicide from a highway overpass. In their brief conversation, the man told his story about how and why he decided to end his life following an unfortunate breakup, one that had… Continue reading Relativity of Pain