YOU ARE NOT ALONE - A companion online community discussion board for The Mental Illness Happy Hour podcast with Paul Gilmartin

Hi Vanessabyss, I know exactly how you feel. When I was going through an extremely rough time, all I could think about was killing myself but not wanting to, not because of hell (I don't believe in it), but because of not being completely sure it would work. I would go from wanting to kill myself to...

I'm a compulsive eater, I know this now. I eat when I'm bored, holy hell do I eat. I don't want to eat but there's a force in me that makes me do it anyways. I'll look in the fridge and see a yogurt (one of my "trigger foods") and know I don't want to eat it but I "just have to" ...

I was at work the other day when I started thinking about her. I thought about her eyes, eyes as deep as the ocean. I thought about her hair, black as the night and braided perfectly. I thought about her smile, a smile that can melt any heart, even one as cold as mine. I thought about her kindness a...

Oak, I studied nutrition in college so if you need any advice, I will gladly help you out. Also, do you know your body fat percentage? It's much more accurate than BMI (which is the worst thing ever). Send me a message if you feel like you need or want some advice.

So this isn't anything new to me but it's been bugging me lately so I thought I'd post about it. So occasionally I'll have a complete breakdown and life turns into a living hell very fast. I've accepted those as normal, at least for me, and that most people do not have these God awful episodes, at l...

I went through my folders today and read through the notes I used to write for myself. Most are from 2012 or 2013 but there's one from this past May so I read that one first. It almost shocks me to see how ferociously hateful I was towards myself and how much I embraced killing myself. It's hard to ...

He died in March of 1995. I was almost a year old, but he died very suddenly. This is a poem about the night of his death. A family happy, a recent birth, an existence finally made complete. A wife, a husband, two daughters, a son, a future hopeful, a fate they would meet. A pleasant occasion, a par...

I wrote this one awhile back. Enjoy (or not).. A Monday is missed, gluttony overwhelming, the cycle continues with unending sloth. He whimpers in pain, an effort demanding, cold and stiff he returns to the trough. Starches and sugars, fats and meats, all are eaten with immediate regret. He stares in...

I call this one "The Wolves". I wrote it back in May during a very rough time but I'm very proud of this one despite it being really fucked up. A new beginning, a circle desired, she walked into the night with friendly ambition. She was welcomed by wolves, lured by chaos, quickly she lost ...

I kinda write poetry sometimes, and I thought I might share some with you fine people. This one is called "The Pain" A twinge of synapse, the tiniest change, ripples sent out, his future is set. A strange behavior, abnormal condition, a desperate thought that there was hope for him yet. An...