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When dealing with mental illness, sometimes success simply means choosing to live another day. Those who suffer from depression due to traumatic brain injury or mental illnesses often feel alone. They hide in fear of judgment. Yet, when someone breaks an arm or has a life-threatening illness, do they hide in their homes in fear of judgment? No! They reach out for help. Stigma and fear stop those with mental and emotional challenges from reaching out. It’s time to end the stigma. Take the first step by sharing your journey. Show others they are not alone.
Sometimes all it takes for someone to hold on one more day is to know they are not alone – to know they are not the only person struggling.
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My Story of Resilience
Stories of Resilience
The stories you’re about to read are real.
The struggles are real.
The means used to overcome are diverse.
At the core of every victory is a resilient soul.
Resilience is learned.
Hi my name is Jen and I have struggled with depression since I was about seven years old. I was sexually abused from the time I was four years old until I was eleven. I was raised LDS in a family of nine children. I was the third child. I had seven brothers and one...read more
hello, i came across livehannahshope from a friend of mine. i noticed that you can share your story & i had a strong impression to share mine. i would like to stay anonymous but i am sixteen & i am now recovering from an eating disorder. i have had an eating...read more
My entire life has been filled with feeling that I am not enough. I'm not pretty enough, or funny enough, smart, skinny, valuable enough. The list goes on and on. I am the first person to jump up to help anyone except myself. I've never felt worthy of even my own...read more
A child doesn't understand why adults are mean. So, they automatically assume it's them - they're bad, unlovable, unwanted. Once this reality is accepted, they don't understand how to love themselves and that leads to years of self destructive behavior. That was my...read more
Depression is insidious. It seeps deep into the cracks of the spirit and eats its way out like acid. I remember feeling like I was drowning in darkness, like I was constantly treading water, until I became so tired that the only way to survive was to sink. I hid the...read more
From rocks to stepping stones Jun 13, 2015 When I was 3 years old my mother died. Doctors had told my mother she would die if she gave me life, yet she chose to allow me to live. Thus, my father believed I had murdered my mother, so I was treated poorly. He brought a...read more