I've spent the last 8 years untreated.  This is not something I would recommend to anyone.

.....you'll hear the 'under-lingo' and you'll diagnose the person next to you right away!

Angel Adeyoha writes: I was happy to attend the annual NASCO (North American Students of Cooperation) Institute as a representative of TIP. I presented a workshop on "Radical Mental Health on Campus and in the Community through an Anti-Oppression Lens" I have been considering so much lately how my work organizing in explicit anti-oppression circles around topics of race, gender and class converge with my work as a coordinator for TIP. This weekend and this workshop really merged those parallel lines for me.

 My spinal column came roaring out of me today, like a brass coated wallaby. I didn't know I was at the breaking point until it came, after my mother had hurled criticism veiled in a thin love disguise at my forehead; in between spiny insults, profanity and turning her back on me, I opened my mouth and out she came like a thundercloud. 

After years of battling with the mental health system I now have a reason to keep taking meds, my son.

Starting a new blog is always awkward. Who's going to read this? Who's going to care? Is anyone from my personal life going to be reading, and if so, how much and what should be censored?

Often when I write, which I do daily on the intertubes, I end up either editing or deleting the entry hours after its posted. I get anxious that whatever I've written will sound stupid, or that my opinions will be wrong or somehow enabling of negative societal standards. I feel like the internet is judging me, which is entirely true, though maybe not as negatively as I perceive.