Role identity is a concept in sociology that refers to the identities that we build around the various socially defined roles that we fulfill. Identity shifts can occur over time based on a variety of factors, including the importance those roles play in our lives overall. Student was a key role identity for me for … Continue reading Mental Illness Disability & Identity Shifts
The emerging blogger series is aimed at community building through giving mental health bloggers who are early in their blogging evolution the opportunity to have their work seen by a wider audience. It's also a way to introduce you as a reader to some newer members of our community. This post is by Janine of … Continue reading Emerging Blogger Series: Janine
What is it that makes you, you? Is there even a self? A fundamental concept in Buddhism is non-self. The word Anatta is used for the principle that "there is in humans no permanent, underlying substance that can be called the soul" (Wikipedia). The belief that there is a self is viewed as a source … Continue reading What Does the Self Consist of?
Recently I posted the above image on Twitter. I got a response from someone who felt that their diagnosis had changed who they were as a result of the stigmatized ways that other people viewed them, and the internalized stigma limited who they were able to be. That saddened me, and it got me thinking … Continue reading How Much Do You Internalize Stigma?
Sometimes as part of anti-stigma campaigns you'll hear rules that we shouldn't say people are bipolar, schizophrenic, etc. The thinking goes that phrasing it this way puts people in a little box in which they are primarily (or only) defined by their illness. Yet at the same time, you'll find many bloggers referring to themselves … Continue reading Are You Your Illness?
No, this picture doesn't look anything like my closet. But it would be fabulous to have something so neat and organized, even though I would need only about 5% of that space. I have quite a few clothes and shoes that I haven't worn for a few years. I used to dress quite femininely, and … Continue reading Depression and Closet/Identity Thinning
This is a follow-up to a post last weekend about my identity as a writer. Much like I've always like to write, I've always liked to read. I'm grateful that this was something my parents instilled in me from very early on. Childhood favourites included Anne of Green Gables and the Little House on the … Continue reading Who I am as a reader
Here we are on WordPress, all of us as writers. But what does that writing identity look like? I thought I'd do this post to take a closer look into my own. I've always liked to write. When I was young, as in elementary school young I liked to write stories. One of my teachers … Continue reading Who I am as a writer
I ask this question in this post's title because I know for some people their illness struck at a relatively young age, or there were always hints of what was to come even if the full-blown illness didn't hit until later. It wasn't like that for me. My first episode of depression didn't start until … Continue reading Were You Always Depressed or Anxious?
I've written about this a few times before, but the language people use when it comes to mental health is so important that I could probably talk about it ad nauseam. There are a lot of words that get tossed around to describe who we are and what we experience, and in this post I'll … Continue reading What’s in a Name? Labelling and Mental Illness
Strong at the Broken Places: Voices of Illness, a Chorus of Hope is an intimate look at living with chronic illness. Author Richard M. Cohen, who himself has multiple sclerosis, works with five participants who have various chronic illnesses to capture their stories and help others understand the overwhelming toll that chronic illness can take. … Continue reading Book review: Strong at the Broken Places
I can get pretty irritable sometimes because of my depression. I seem to lose access to all of my more mature self, and revert to what may have worked best when I was five years old. One of my former community psychiatrists once told me "you can be a real bitch when you're not well".