Two years ago, I wrote up a post on my (now relatively dead) Tumblr recounting 10 things I had learn in the last three months. And as I was thinking about what I wanted to tell you, reader, as I embark on another journey of “blogging attempts,” I realized I wanted to revisit those 10 things and also add a few more.
Note: This is a little PSA about the Blue Whale Challenge. It is time-sensitive. Regular MHM posting will continue as normal next week.
If you read our previous post on Dissociative Identity Disorder, then you’ll know that mental illnesses often have a poor and inaccurate representation in media and pop culture.
And while some people in Hollywood don’t get it, others come pretty close to portraying mental health in accurate, relatable ways.
Here are my top 5 picks for movies about mental health that got it (mostly) right.
No, don’t worry, Mental Health Monday isn’t gone and will be picking back up starting with this post.
It’s been a while since I’ve last posted, and I’d like to give some insight as to why.
In the previous installment of Mental Health Monday, we covered some basics on stress, anxiety and depression and shared useful, professional resources for seeking help.
Seeing a therapist, whether a psychologist or psychiatrist, is a step in the right direction to helping you better handle your mental health.
“I feel sad.”
I don’t know how many times that sentence has tumbled from between my lips with the heavy sigh that preceded it. Always tired and always sad.
Sometimes I don’t think people actually want to know if other people are “okay.” But when I say I’m sad, people usually respond along the lines of “Aw, why? Let’s go get coffee and you can tell me all about it.”
The last few days have been a doozy.
I woke up Thursday feeling lethargic. I actually spent the whole day in bed, watching movies. The next day, my period started, and the following, everything I tried to do seemed to fall apart. I was beating myself up.
I always have ways of pulling myself out of a funk, but the usual methods weren’t working. Baking? Nope. Movies? Maybe “Speak” wasn’t the best choice. Write this blog? With what words? What’s the point? By the time I thought to try something else, I had expended all my energy.
So I spent three days lying in bed and watching movies because I couldn’t bring myself to do anything else.