In these pages you will find seven stories of love, of loss, of heartbreak, of anger. Seven stories from those who dared to pour their hearts out onto the page; who took the leap and wrote about themselves.
In high school, I had the feeling that I had to get out now, or I thought that I never would.
Religion was never something I believed in; it was just something I did.
I was more terrified to make the journey to Topeka, Kansas than the adventure I made to India my first half of the summer.
Before I wanted to be a princess, ballerina, fashion designer, writer, “happy,” I wanted to be “success.”
Think on this: for every freestanding moment in the doldrums, there’s another freestanding moment at the peak. Maybe you’ve experienced it already. Maybe you haven’t. But all of those moments exist.
For all the countless hours spent to mold and mend my mind into standardized testing, I had no answer for the very first question in the crisp, white booklet in front of me.
In that dreadful moment of betrayal, in the moment when her voice rumbled out and didn’t reassure me, I knew that it wasn’t the numbers that mattered.
Mental illness is much more pervasive than many of us know. This is something I didn’t realize until I came to the University as a freshman last year.