Just a heads-up:
I’m not a doctor, a trained counselor, or any kind of mental health professional. I’m a woman who’s lived with a variety of mental illness from the time she was nine years old, who’s been to seven different therapists and five different psychiatrists over the years, who’s read a stack of self-help books about three feet high, who’s conducted hours upon hours of research covering every aspect of mental illness, and who’s learned just about all the tips and tricks presented here on this blog in the hardest way possible: through trial and error. However, because I want to present information that is both trustworthy and accurate, I do plan to reference official sources and quote actual experts as often as possible. I wouldn’t ask you to trust me if there wasn’t a good reason to do so.
Most of the articles you will find here will deal with aspects of my own mental illnesses and those similar to mine, simply because that is where the bulk of my experience lies. I feel that all people suffering from any mental illness are connected by our condition, however, and as a show of support and solidarity for my fellows in the trenches, I intend to provide as much information as I can on mental illnesses outside my purview, as frequently as possible.
Also, I’m not a proponent of “tough love,” so you won’t see a lot of it here. In my experience, “tough love” leaves bruises even as it sutures tears, and I don’t believe there’s anything to be gained from speaking harshly or coldly to someone who asks for help. That being said, there are times when the answer to a question is, by its very nature, unpleasant to hear, and I don’t believe in sugarcoating things either. More often than not, the truth is bitter and hard to swallow; my plan is to tell you to hold your nose before you toss it back and then offer you a sip of something pleasant to kill the taste.