depression
#WorldHealthDay & Why #MentalHealthMatters
Of all health awareness issues and causes, mental health remains an under-represented topic.
World Health Day is more than an opportunity to complain about our rising health insurance premiums. Health coverage differs all around the world, and of course, the U.S. doesn’t rank as one of the best. This includes the lack of mental health services. Read the rest of this entry »
The Tragic Death of Chris Cornell: Depression’s Toxic Bedfellow…Suicide
Chris Cornell’s death will stand to be one of the saddest moments in rock history as yet another infinitely talented artists is no longer of this world. It is one of the most profound recent tragedies next to the loss of Prince, at least for me.
He was gifted with one of the better rock voices in the modern era of grunge and alternative rock. Cornell was blessed with raw talent that made him a Rock God, one that aspiring as well as successful musicians idolized. And to pair up his throttled, husky voice, Chris had the perfect looks to be the front man for Soundgarden and Audioslave. The man with a 4-octave vocal range was also lead songwriter, guitarist, and drummer. Read the rest of this entry »
Finding Happiness: A Lesson From ‘Trolls’
I just finished watching Trolls the animated movie, as I rented it via Redbox for my daughter thinking she’d enjoy it. I didn’t expect to be shocked by how much I loved it and, yes, I actually cried during the movie. I loved the message. Read the rest of this entry »
Focusing On The Right Details
The details get washed by our fast paced lives until days go by in a blur and everything in them fades into long sleepless nights. Insomnia draws out my days and forces me to struggle awake after my mind has finally shut down. But, I try to stop and see the details in the smallest things, to pause and ingest sheer beauty. Read the rest of this entry »
Stopping Myself From Stopping Myself
Sometimes depression speaks to me through resounding voices that ask me what the hell am I doing all this for. Then, I find myself consumed with feeling absurd, that perhaps stringing words together is nothing more than a waste of time. The writer inside yearns for continuous approval, and removing denial from the equation exposes my weakness, that I am too delicate and too easily broken. Read the rest of this entry »
