By

Therese Borchard
“Were you bipolar growing up?” a magazine editor asked me the other day. “I don’t know,” I said. “Do you think you were misdiagnosed back then as depressed?” “I don’t know,” I said. I wasn’t annoyed. I wasn’t rushed. I just really don’t know. I can clearly say that something was wrong with me, but...
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you...
Some poll somewhere said that 60 percent of the public would opt to elect a convicted child molester as president over an atheist. I’m sure the same is true about a person who takes antidepressant. Or suffers from depression, for that matter. I heard all the biases and discriminations, the opinions and attitudes about those...
I’ve been repeating to myself lately something my therapist said in our session last month: “You can’t unlearn your progress.” Meaning, I can take a few steps backwards in my recovery from depression and anxiety, but that doesn’t erase all the lessons, skills, and wisdom acquired in my past. Those words are consoling to me...
I thought I’d repost this piece from my archives, since it is a message I always need to be reminded of. Because battles don’t go away. You just get stronger in how you deal with them. Winston Churchill once wrote, “The heights of great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight, But...
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