I have a particular interest in preventing mid-life marriage meltdown, a problem that is becoming I increasingly prevalent today. My first marriage came to an end when I was 33 years old. We had two children and had thought our marriage would last forever. I healed the wounds of love and loss and eventually fell
Most people don’t know I’m bipolar. Even if you had known me when I was the most out-of-control you probably wouldn’t have been aware that anything was wrong.
Depression and mental illness carries a different meaning than physical illness, although we now know that they really can’t be separated.
When I found my father’s journals, I knew I had to stop running away from mental illness.
There is one big taboo no wants to talk about. It’s a trend most easily seen in men, but increasingly is impacting women as well.
I grew up with a depressed father and became a depressed son. My father took an overdose of sleeping pills when I was five years old, following years feeling anxious and depressed because he couldn’t make a living as a writer and actor. He didn’t die, but I lost his presence growing up. I grew
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