This disassociated state, where you plan your death as though you were planning Tuesday night’s dinner, is one of the many shades of depression.
how an everyday encounter with a stranger on the street can morph into a paralyzing prison-like mental trap of repetitive, obsessive thoughts.
I have learned the tools and techniques with which to deal with the many facets of my OCD, including being able to laugh at it once in a while.
What would you say when someone asks “Who are you?” The first word that comes to mind when I think about this question is Student. I’m a student, an academic, a professional learner for life.
I joke about men’s mental health because, sometimes, I don’t know what else to do. Of course, the stigma against men’s mental health is not funny.