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When I look at you or even think of you my heart literally starts skipping beats.

Not just one but a skipping them in patterns.

Short beats that take my breath away

long beats that seem to take years to finish their course

It feels like the flow of blood is trying to spell out

you're in love, in morse code

I'm so happy that I met you when I did.


i feel insignificant.

"Mental illness never seemed like something that would be prevalent in my life. I seemed to have the regular apple pie, cookie cutter, whatever you want to call it, suburban life. Two loving parents, an older sister, family dog. We were a nice middle class family in a nice home in a nice town. It was all that, nice. But mental illness doesn't care how nice a life is, I was no exception.


“I have struggled with my mental health for as long as I can remember. Understanding why I was struggling was one of the hardest parts, and conceptualizing the idea that it was not my fault was even harder. In the third grade, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and anxiety. This wrecked havoc on my life for many years. Thankfully, now I have it under control.

“Hi, I was suffering from Mild depression and mood swings from my childhood but unfortunately never knew how to deal with them and where to take help in the country where I came from. When I reflect on my past experiences, thoughts, actions and emotions I was always trying to fight back my negative thoughts about myself and take a leap into positivity but I did not have enough strength. I remember being emotionally bullied in my school by few classmates and had encountered physical abuse from strangers.


“I do not have clinical depression or anxiety. However, there have been times where the stress of school and life have completely overwhelmed me. About once a semester I have a breakdown where I cry a lot for 2-3 days. I always know and do get past the stressful moments but in those times it can be very difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

--Anonymous, Student


"I have a small pamphlet style poetry book called Suicidal Poems with stories about and imagined from my mental illness struggles, namely hypomania."

Forward from the pamphlet:



“The Line 4/12/17

there's a line somewhere

deep inside your brain

that separates the neurotic

from the psychotic.

if you're lucky

you've never seen this line

you've never had to wonder which side you fell on

because you of course just know

you’re normal

and not crazy


“I spent a week in a psychiatric facility for attempting suicide. But at the same time I was thriving in my job, keeping up my grades, and continuing my relationships. My mental health issues were just a part of my life that needed extra care, it did/does not define me as a person. I am thankful for my time spent there and you would never know about it just by looking at me. You can seek mental health help and still be a “normal” person. It only makes you stronger!"


“My parents got divorced when I was 13, and I decided to move with my mom. At the age of 14 I ran away from home and lived with an ex. My mom worked a night job and would stop coming home in the mornings. Our fridge was never full, and I remember there being just a lemon, an onion and a pack of tortillas. So, I left. The guy who I was dating at the times family took me in.