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BeBrave Story #4: Olivia Morgan

Dating with anxiety is like living with a tone of bricks permanently strapped on your back.

Constantly having to put this huge guard up when in your head you truly like that person but no matter what they do and say to convince you they're genuine you still have that horrible gut feeling like you're just waiting for it all go wrong so you can finally get to say 'I told you so.' However, after literally losing the one person I thought I'd never lose.. I decided it's time to truly love myself before I even try to love anybody else and I do, I have way way more confidence than I did.




I used to be my own worst enemy but I realized no one can help me other than myself, no one can better me other than me so for as long as I can remember I made it my little mission to better myself for the next guy that'll come into my life and ACTUALLY stay. I guess I've always had that fear of people that I love leave me because you can't ever make a person stay, they&…
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#BeBrave Story #3: Taylor Harvey

On January first of this year I tried to end my life.
I was dealing with a pretty severe depressive episode.  Everything that I tried didn’t seem to be working.  Moving home, starting antidepressants, starting counseling, reaching out to friends and family.  I just continued sinking deeper and deeper. Obviously, as I am here writing to you, my suicide attempt failed.  Things are better now, but my depression is far from gone. 
My world still revolves around my mental illness as I do everything I can to manage it; I am terrified of it.  My mental health blog is constantly on my mind as I try to battle the stigma associated with all mental illnesses.  I am working so hard to make a change in this world that I am sometimes immersed in it all.





Recently a public figure committed suicide.  Mental health is being put in the spotlight for now, and it is amazing to me how many people out there do not understand.  They see mental illness and suicide as a choice, not as a sickness.  They say …

Dear Black People.. Let Us Reach Beyond Oursleves

I have been wanting to write this post to all of you for so long but did not know how to go about it. I did not know how to really start, so I guess i'll start with introducing you to two stories. One of them I am sure you have read on my blog before.

 A couple days ago I watched a Ted Talk in which a young muslim lady named  Susanne Barakate talks about how her brother and her sister in law were tragically murdered by their neighbor whom had been harassing them in the past. She gives a descriptive story of the incident and how there has been no justice for her family. The link to the Ted Talk is below if you want to hear the story.

Islamophobia Killed My Brother






Also, There is a post I wrote a couple months ago called Family Violence: We Have Lost Love In Our Homes and I share the sad news of a young boy who was murdered by his own mother because she hated the fact that he was gay.



Why am I sharing these heavy stories? It is because there is a lot of work that needs to be done.

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#BeBrave Story #2: Charlotta Eve

I have mentioned my depression on my blog several times before. I kinda just threw it in there, between words, not really telling you much about it. My depression wasn’t the easy kind – it wasn’t about me feeling a bit down. It was me being completely helpless, the depression taking over my whole life. And I almost let it.
I’m not afraid of talking about mental health, depression or anxiety. I’m not even scared of telling you, that I was once so depressed, I ended up in a mental hospital behind closed doors. I can – even though I rather not go too much into detail – tell you, that I have been suicidal. Those are not the things I’m worried about, when I hit publish. And I’m gonna hit publish, because I feel like I have something to say after all and I feel like it has some meaning. To me, anyway. What I’m worried for, is that I choose the wrong words, when the right words mean everything. That this post turns to negative, instead of positive – because even though there’s so much pain an…