by Angelina Harpole Guest Contributor Today is a new day. Another day to show up, and fight, and love and be loved. I thought my life was ending two nights ago, I believed I was going to die. But
I Am More
Who am I? No, really, who am I? It’s hard to deny how much mental illness has shaped my identity over the years. My greatest fears, my deepest longings, my strongest beliefs, my most remarkable abilities—all of them have been
Define “Mental Illness”
It happens again and again. Every time I see or hear it, a small piece of my hope for humanity shrivels up and withers away into nothingness. A politician tweets about the correlation between mental illness and school shootings. A