I was twenty-one when I first moved away from home for a semester of college. It might seem late to some but for a young girl with no direction in life, depressed and suffering with anxiety and undiagnosed PTSD from childhood sexual abuse she had yet to disclose to anyone, this was a huge deal. … More “Get out of the van, Mia; Keep going.” – A 24 mile life lesson about not giving up.
Three years ago I was in so much pain that leaving this world, ending my life, was the only way I believed the pain would all end. Last night I started writing a post about what got me to that point and I couldn’t complete it, I became too emotional. I will complete that post … More Tell someone you are happy they are ALIVE today
There is a disturbing trend going around. It’s out of control. I dare say, it is possibly the most threatening event of the first few days of 2016. That’s right, folks … I am talking about the use of “spirit animal” getting out of hand. I have recently heard on a TV program and … More Struggle with Joy
I hate the words “mental illness”. They somehow say to me that my brain is sick, my brain is less than your brain, and as such isn’t good enough – is defective. Others might feel differently but this is me – I am not a label and I am not ill. I believe my … More Um … Should you call me fragile?
Depression. What do you think when you read the word? Here are some of the guesses I have of what could have crossed your mind: sad, over used, weak, hard, real, pathetic, alone, get over it, all in your head, black hole hopeless, etc. ; or possibly it was a person that came to … More Depressed people are allowed into Amusement Parks too.
I love language. I love the power that can come in the right word, the right phrase; how one can be reading or listening to music, or even talking with a friend and the right words come together in a way that one is caught off guard and pleasantly surprised. For me, it often feels … More Trauma. Loss. Courage. Compassion.
My name is Mia Chard. I am a suicide survivor. I am not ashamed. This is the face of suicide. This is the face that the world always saw from me – smiling, happy, helping, loving. No one would have guessed that I would have tried to end my life. No one really knew the … More The face of SUICIDE is often a happy one.
A month ago in a conversation with a friend I respect and appreciate he said something that I took the wrong way at first, something that I let hurt me. We had been talking about some of the experiences I had gone through in my life and the type of pain I felt from them: … More Your pain is not unique.
**originally posted 01/12/2015** I am blessed. I am alive. Two years ago – 01/12/2013, I almost wasn’t. This video is a brief snapshot of some of the moments I would have missed. It hasn’t all been amazing and challenging moments remain for me as they do for all of us; however, seeing some of … More Alive Day.
Wait … wait… wait …. The word reverberated in my head; getting louder each time I said it. Faces are above me, angry faces – wait … two are speaking, I don’t know them, no, not speaking, yelling … Wait … please … wait … I can hear one of them now but it’s like … More The beginning .. before the middle or the end.