Last night I had the feeling my head would burst.
That I was going mad.
And incase of madness
I send you an e-mail
Dear Therapist… 215 more words
I don’t know why, but today I’m angry, I’m so angry that in this writing moment, I can’t sit still on my chair, and my back is much straighter than normal, my neck is straighter, my eyes is glancing down on the screen, instead of straight forward at it. 462 more words
Photos taken by contributor Shanna McKinney, a 40-year-old woman from Georgia who has struggled with an array of mental health challenges throughout her life. Only in the past few years during counseling for PTSD, anxiety, and depression, was she and the world introduced to Gidget, Squirt (Little Shanna), and Adrian, her dissociative identities. 112 more words