Minds

This article originally appeared on Mamamia

Snickering at Anthony Weiner masks the brutal and difficult reality of coping with sexual addiction.

Self-care has become a huge buzzword in the wellness industry.

Taking care of your mental health is expensive. What happens when you don’t have the means to seek the help you need?

...[B]eing among the dead rightsizes my problems, makes me feel small like staring at the ocean. After all, we are all being carried along toward the same inevitable fate as the men and women whose headstones I pass on my daily strolls. The best we can hope for is that someday someone will stop to calculate our ages and wonder about our lives after we’re gone.

It took me a long time to understand consent. I knew that forcing sex on someone was rape. I knew that one in five women would be raped in their lifetime. I knew that the majority of rape victims knew their attacker. But beyond that, my understanding got cloudy.

Sex is not something we often hear about when talking about depression. But we should. Because it stops. Sex drive plummets.

My roommates [...] weren't aware that I live with bipolar disorder until a few weeks after I first moved in. In the month or so since, I’ve learned a lot about the way we approach our interpersonal relationships when living with mental illness, especially with those who are closest to us — both emotionally and literally.