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Sugar Sparkle Stars

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Two weeks ago I was prey to an unexpected event of psychosis, but together we tethered. My phone found my hand found speed-dial found Coach, who in turn found me fragmented and terrified, convinced that I was dead. Coach held the line. I lost the day, the night before, and the day after into the weekend. Coach got me home.

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Riding in the Fast Lane

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As children, my generation was taught that we can “make the world a better place.” Although I am a firm believer of this statement, a single question arises in my mind – how are we, the younger population, supposed to make a difference when most of our education surrounding mental illness comes from the unreliable and deceptive media?

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Table for One

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My folded hands are pointing heavenward and my head is bowed in prayer. A scrumptious meal is spread out before me: cranberry sauce, a basket of rolls, a plateful of mashed potatoes and peas. In the center of the table is a golden, glazed turkey. I am five years old in this photograph. Everything about the dinner is fake. Everything but the prayer. I was praying for real food.

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Thanks and Giving

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I’m thankful to all of you who are bringing the issue of mental illness to the forefront of our consciousness. Awareness comes first, then we can begin to change, not only our attitudes but how the mentally ill are treated in our law enforcement and medical systems.

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Video Killed the Radio Star

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My brain lies to itself. The brain that I rely on for answers can’t always distinguish between the perception and the experience, the here-and-now and the “what ifs”. It cannot be fooled into believing what I tell it, because, as a mind, it has made up its own. A smile cannot turn a frown upside down. A positive attitude is no more a cure than is a sportswear slogan – “just doing it” doesn’t do it. My recovery depends upon communication. At all costs.

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Autumn in New York

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Over the decades, I’ve learned that there’s only so much I can do to ward off depression, disguised as ducks lined up in a row, waiting eagerly to march into my brain and screw me up. I should have seen this coming. Had it been summer, I’d have been expecting it, but because of the false sense of security that autumn brings, I let my guard down.

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