Transitioning Through Anxiety

by Katie Ericson

This isn’t something I’ve talked about to many people, but I feel that it’s a story to be told. If there’s one other person out there that can maybe relate to this just a little, then it’s worth it.  It is because of the #SACommits community that I feel comfortable enough to become vulnerable in a way I haven’t before. I am inspired and moved by all of those who have shared stories, thoughts, resources, and encouragement to the community that is student affairs and higher education. And I am more than ready to stomp out the stigma. Continue reading

The Two Faces of Depression

by Gavin Henning

I’m sitting on my therapist’s sofa, physically and emotionally distressed. “I need to try something different,” I told her. In the year we had been working together, she had never seen me this upset. But this time felt different. This time was different. My wife and I had another fight about my drinking and my detachment. I thought it was the breaking point in my life. And our marriage.

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My _________ Is Showing: Anxiety in the Workplace

by Karyn Dyer

Being a graduate student in higher education while also working part time in higher education is often a blessing and a curse. I enjoy my program, and I appreciate the things that I have learned. One of the major criticisms I have about my program is the lack of discussion around mental health and how it affects professionals. But l am thankful for being offered the opportunity to work in a space that is close to where I ultimately want to be. Continue reading

I’m Not Ready…Yet: Why I Won’t Publicly Own My Depression

The author of this post chose to remain anonymous.

I’m not ready….yet

A year ago at this time I was doing what I had been for years – ending another semester, looking forward to the summer, and thanking God that I had made it through another school year alive. You see, for most of my life I had been managing…strike that…masking…depression and anxiety. No medication, no therapy since college, just maintaining on the belief that I had nothing to be depressed about so feeling depressed was wrong. Continue reading

Breaking Free of Stigma for Our Students’ Sake

by Lisa Latronica

From the time I was a small child, I was called a worrier and perfectionist by all the adults in my life. Teachers commented on how particular I was with my work, and my mom often told me to let small things go. I never really understood any of this, as it was a way of life. I didn’t know any different. Didn’t everyone feel like this? Continue reading

Feeling Anxiety Around Not Being Good Enough

by Tom Krieglstein

Comedian Louis CK does this bit about how NYC does an amazing job of putting you in your place no matter how good things are. Here’s a segment from his show…

If you woke up that morning feeling particularly good looking, don’t worry because on your way to work, you’ll pass a pack of supermodels at the top of their game. If you closed the biggest financial deal of your life, don’t worry because on the train you’ll overhear another person bragging about closing an even bigger deal.

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A Letter to My Son

by Kristen Abell

Dear Aedan,Kristen holding a sign: I am stomping out stigma because I want my son to live in a world free of that judgment

It’s been just over a year since your father and I tried to explain my depression to you. I still remember you stepping tentatively into our bedroom after Daddy talked to you and saying, “Mommy, I’m sorry you’re sick.” You hugged me as I did my best to hold back my tears…again. You told me it was okay if I cried, you understood if I needed to do that.

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Please Be My Filter

by Sabina De Matteo

In September, a few months into a new relationship with a wonderful man that I have known for 9 years, I got mono. Except I didn’t know it was mono until late October. Sure something was wrong with me, and already prone to hypochondriac tendencies, I became incredibly anxious about what was going on with my body. I had crazy theories I won’t even share because they were so ridiculous. I couldn’t function at work (duh, I had mono).

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