Mental illness isn’t fun. However, by accepting it and handling it in a positive way, you can improve your life and make it more meaningful.
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Latest posts by anonymous (see all)
- My Scars - September 9, 2022
- Hopelessly Bipolar - July 30, 2022
- Metamorphosis - February 4, 2022
Push away; push away. Exile my emotions as far away as they will go. “They aren’t there,” I insist. Push them out far so that they won’t exist. They’re no longer in the zip code. Make sure they’re no longer a part of me. Where no emotion gets realized and all tears get stored unseen, there’s a Read More …
Allison Alt made Aliyah in 2013 and now lives in Givat Shmuel, Israel. She is studying occupational therapy at Ono Academic College.
Latest posts by Allison Alt (see all)
- Carrying The Yolk of Your Friend - April 23, 2017
When I was young, I was selfish, narcissistic even. I thought the world revolved around me. Yet, within that self-centered bubble, I would on occasion feel pain for another, such as the old lady alone on the park bench or the girl I sometimes bullied. Even in the dark mind I had let myself create, the Read More …
Latest posts by anonymous (see all)
- My Scars - September 9, 2022
- Hopelessly Bipolar - July 30, 2022
- Metamorphosis - February 4, 2022
As a society, we have an initiative in which we try to remove killers. One way we achieve this is by locking murderers away in prison. Truthfully, though, killers don’t have to be in the form of humans. Cancer is a killer, so we desperately search for a cure. Diabetes kills, so we found a Read More …
Latest posts by anonymous (see all)
- My Scars - September 9, 2022
- Hopelessly Bipolar - July 30, 2022
- Metamorphosis - February 4, 2022
I am 18 years old and I have ADP. ADP, short for Auditory Processing Disorder, is a speech and language deficit that affects my reading, writing, and overall language skills. While I hear everything going on around me, I don’t process auditory input the way everyone else does. I often confuse phonemes (words that are different Read More …
Latest posts by Anonymous Male (see all)
- I Kept an Anxiety Journal for a Month, and Now I Can’t Stop Laughing - July 19, 2020
- I Was Wrong About Therapy - March 3, 2019
- My Mental Illness Does Not Take a Vacation - August 27, 2017
I am about to tell you why you should NOT care at all about mental illness. Yes, you read that right. While that might sound completely contradictory to the essence of this blog, it isn’t. In fact, understanding this reality is the first step in changing the way we approach mental health and as I Read More …
Latest posts by Anonymous Female (see all)
- Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - September 13, 2020
- Dear Bipolar - August 9, 2020
- Poem: Trapped - June 21, 2020
The mask I wear is a pretty thick one. My mask is so intricate that no one would ever perceive it to be a mask. I have never been able to take off this mask entirely. Even during the times that I have been able to peel sums of it off, those moments of liberation Read More …
Latest posts by anonymous (see all)
- My Scars - September 9, 2022
- Hopelessly Bipolar - July 30, 2022
- Metamorphosis - February 4, 2022
How Society Views Women As a four-year-old, I vividly remember myself wishing to look as marvelous as Disney female characters often do. As time passed, I became aware of the societal expectations for women to fit aesthetic standards. I found myself at a loss. Erroneously, I attempted to change, practicing the use of harsh remarks. Read More …
Rifke Anolik is from Highland Park, NJ. She is currently spending the year learning in Israel and loving it!
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- Addiction, Acceptance, Approval - February 5, 2017
Below is a poem about addiction. I know there are many many angles to view addiction from, but I’m coming from my own experience: a relative of someone I love who suffers from addiction. My older brother has dealt with addiction all the years that I have known him (he’s much older than me).