Self-imposed shame keeps us from extending the dialogue around mental health to ourselves.
All it took was a story to begin a national conversation.
I remember staring in shock at my therapist.
It's important to discuss how mental health can affect college performance.
On the day of my first appointment, I dreaded going. I almost cancelled.
When I heard her story, I broke down in tears. I forgot that I was already dead on the inside.
It would be cruel to yell at a child for not being perfect, so why is it okay to beat myself up just because I’m a so-called adult?