Perfection

3 Times My Mental Illness Changed My Life (for the better): Laura Hudson

The best way I can describe my depression on my worst day is an inability to cope; a lack of resources – being thrown into a gladiator fight wielding a spoon.

In those moments I look out and see my friends and the rest of the world with their suits of armour and swords parkouring their way through life as I watch from the corner, back against the wall, spoon clutched tight to my chest.

It’s a feeling of being unequipped. Like going scuba diving armed with a snorkel mask; the frantic treading of water, one arm flung over the side of the boat, choking back salt as everyone else gracefully swims below, air tanks attached securely to their backs.

But would you believe me if I told you that even after all of that, and knowing that for the rest of my life there are going to be many more days clinging to the side of that boat, that I wouldn’t trade it for the world?

Here is why.

Take A Minute: Ashley Berstein

 

A lot of people don’t know about the mental struggle I have battled in my past (and still do in my present). I suffered from an eating disorder for many years, it is not something I have made very public because it is something that I will never let define me.  From this struggle, I learnt a lot about myself, but most importantly about my strength and resilience that I never believed I had. I treat my body with so much respect now. Food is fuel. I listen to my body. If it’s over-worked, I rest it. If I’m hungry, I eat. Overcoming this mental illness wasn’t easy and it wasn’t done overnight, in fact, it will probably be something I always have to deal with. The most important thing I’ve learnt is that I’m not alone in this struggle, I’ve met and became close with so many amazing people who have helped me fight off my demons.

Finally: Jenna Toms

As I am sitting at my desk sipping on my coffee, I realize I am smiling for no reason. I am sitting in total peace, completely content, and then I am overwhelmed by emotions. My mind starts racing and I begin to have flash backs from the last few years of my life. Over the course of those ten seconds of flashbacks and memories, I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I say to myself, “Finally. Thank God, finally.”

Finally I can feel happiness. Finally I am not numb to everything around me. Finally I see how good I have it, how blessed I am and how far I have come. Finally I recognize how much love I am surround by daily. Finally I realize that I deserve to be loved. Finally I am capable of loving another with all my heart. Finally I truly love life.

Surviving Trixie: Heather Ashton

Surviving Trixie

 

Part I: The Joys of Dieting

 

Now that I look back at what I’ve written, it’s occurring to me how sick I really was. “What brings you to the ER this afternoon, sweetie?” The triage nurse looked at me with the most beautiful eye creasing smile. “An eating disorder, I guess.” I mean, I didn’t think I was that sick. I still could walk, I could still stand. But you see, thats the vile thing about eating disorders. They somehow deny you the fact that you are even remotely ill because theres no problem in being thinner, right? Everybody wants to be a size 0. Everyone wants to see there protruding collarbones. As far as I knew I was a perfectly normal teenager. Because everyone wants to be slim, right?

 

Spandex Thinking: Carleen Desautels

Yoga pants, jeggings, stretchy jeans and the comfy pajama bottoms that you keep for years.  When we put on these pieces of clothing we feel free and unrestricted, the shape of the clothes adjusting to the shape of our body rather than us having to adjust to the shape of the clothes.  All of these pieces of clothing contain some small amount of Spandex, in most cases as little as 5%.  The stretchiness of the threads allows the fabric to shift and move, making allowances for our bodies and making those yoga pants, jeggings or jeans the “perfect fit”.

ANTs: Carleen Desautels

Ants, how harmful can these tiny little insects really be? Just ask someone who has been bitten by a fire ant, named after the fire-like pain they leave with even a single bite. These seemingly tiny creatures pack a punch and have the potential to kill small animals and even humans who may be attacked by an army of these nasty ants. So you may be wondering why I am talking about insects here. Well just consider this, what if

The disease called “perfection”: by Dan Pearce

This is one of the most impactful pieces of writing I have read in a while.  This is something that is happening all around us.  Lets help cure this disease.

The disease called perfection

Kevin Breel presents…

This is an amazing and inspiring take on the common issue of depression.