by Paige Long
This time last year was one of the darkest parts of my life.
At the time, I was in Newport News, having landed an on-campus internship for the summer. I was learning a lot and I caught on quickly. One month earlier, I had finished my favorite college class, Mental Health Stigma and Advocacy, where, in three weeks, I learned about all of the barriers that prevent people from seeking treatment.
But I wasn’t doing well.
I was overwhelmed by my emotions, which seemed to be many times more intense than they had ever … Read more...