Shelby Paulsen is the director of The Rising Sun Clubhouse.
Spousal or partner support within a relationship regarding any matter is important, but what about when it comes to mental health? How involved can a partner be with their significant other’s mental health and wellness? How much of a difference can a supportive and loving partner make within their partner’s mental health? I got married this month, which is part of the reason why these questions are worth asking right now.
Anxiety in a typical adult’s life can be easily handled when a person has the ability to realize the problem that is causing the anxiety and takes steps to approach and manage the situation in a healthy way. Anxiety is a natural reaction to something that causes alarm to the body and mind.
In a world that is fast-paced, technology-driven and prone to illness, it might seem unreal to believe there could be one simple, cost-effective prescription to help curb mental illness: exercise.
Although it may be easy to understand when your child needs food, water, shelter or clothes, it is not always as obvious to know when your child needs specific care for their mental health.
Last month, I wrote about my personal experience with depression. Throughout my life I have had many ups and downs. However, it was the “downs” that left the greatest amount of impact on my life.
In my studies of psychology over the years, I have found that personal experience trumps all textbooks, classes and lectures within the mental health field. You can have gobs of knowledge about a topic, but until you actually experience a problem with your own mental health, it is nearly impossible to fully understand the depths of mental illness.
Hand in hand, they often walk together. Side by side, they will take their toll on many lives in this day and age. An enemy to many, substance abuse frequents those with mental illness, and it is rarely a positive relationship.
“Tis the season to be jolly” is a true statement for some. For others however, this is the time of seasonal affective disorder, otherwise known as SAD.
“Here I am, alone again.”
When I hear the word “suicide” I begin to cringe. That word alone sends a deep pang to the pit of my stomach. I grimace at the sound of it coming from a person’s mouth.