In the modern day, everyone has heard about the push to “destigmatise mental illness” – a perfectly noble goal. Nonetheless, I find that when many people are pressed to explain what this truly means, little explanation is offered beyond being understanding.

I’ve bid lovers tearful goodbyes. I’ve sobbed them to my mother as I lit her pyre. But having to say goodbye to a therapist was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Twice, that too.

I was watching Barbie in my room when I heard soft thuds. I waited, and after I heard it again, I rushed out to the parlour, my heart...

My name is Bryn, and this year I turn 36 years old. I have never told my story like this before, and never in this much detail. I’m hoping it gives others some comfort and strength to know that life can get better and is worth living. Keep in mind that despite how this all happened, I’m here to write this today. That being said…

The needle whirrs and purrs, and an image of a naked woman reading a book, her head exploding into fireworks slowly appears on my skin. The ceiling’s pattern looks beautiful from where I am, despite the intense brightness of the tattoo artist’s lights. This is my fourth tattoo—but unlike the first three, this one carries a deeper, sadder meaning.

There’s no easy way to say this: we lost our baby. At 12 weeks, after hearing the heartbeat and seeing that small, flickering light on the ultrasound, we felt like we were past the hardest part. But sadly, our first pregnancy ended in a missed miscarriage, and everything changed.

I can’t quite pinpoint when it all started — the hatred towards myself and my body, the unparalleled self-loathing, and the unwavering desire to limit my food intake. But once I’d entered the world of disordered eating and everything that came with it, it became increasingly hard to leave. 

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I remember my diagnosis; Bipolar Type 1 with Schizo-affective tendencies, and the initial wave of anger that came with it.

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It’s been almost three months since my mom passed away from cancer and I’m only just beginning to grasp the magnitude of her loss.

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I gamble. Not a lot, never recklessly, and certainly not in a way that keeps me up at night worrying about lost fortunes. But I do it.

When you hear a cancer diagnosis hurtling at you, your mind spins to somewhere far away. The door of the clinic, clamped shut away from...

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