Aura Medical Corporation ran a chain of facilities where people could treat depression, bipolar disorder, and PTSD with ketamine—but these clinics were recently shut down amid controversy.
"There's something about horror stories, where it's funny to hear these terrible, horrific fucking things happening. It's good, it's... got this cracking feeling to it, where it's safe, it's fiction."
Waking up beside a stranger with no memory of why I was naked, losing wallets and friends on the regular. Blacking out at a prof's house. None of this struck me as a big deal at the time.
A whole nation's mental health is crumbling under five years of austerity and six months of tough negotiations.
With more Brits than ever turning to antidepressants, some experts see the death knell ringing for the treatment.
I was on the Pill for nine years before I realised the side effects – crazy mood swings, decreased libido, anhedonia – were actually side effects, and not hallmarks of my personality.
Legions of young girls are consulting untrained professionals online for advice about their depression and anxiety.
Roughly 146 million people suffer from at least one body-focused repetitive behavior, such as obsessive skin picking or hair pulling. Why isn't more treatment available?
The anxiety I had from nearly dying almost submerged my life in depression and fear. But I had an escape. I'd turn on a gaming console, play a bit, and it would all fade away—if only for a while.
There is nothing more uncomfortable than feeling as though you are not in complete control of the systems that function within you. You know there is no logical reason for feeling this way. And yet, in spite of it all, you do.
In light of Tim Hunt's comments, everyone's been weighing in on whether men or women cry more often. But who cares? What's wrong with a little weep every now and then?
A few months ago, sitting on a tram at lunchtime, I noticed a young girl staring at me with her mouth wide open. Staring back I thought: There's nothing like the puzzled look of a child on public transport to tell you you're not passing.
Death makes us vulnerable, incoherent, and depressed. Death doulas are here to help.
I've begun to think that my feelings of depression are trying to tell me something pure and true—a message from my soul about the way I live my life and the nature of life itself.
I was in an antisocial shell after a suicide attempt, but multiplayer gaming brought me back.
The frustration that accompanies being friends with someone with mental illness has nothing to do with the friend herself. I am frustrated that her medications don't work, the doctors can't seem to help her, and neither can I.
I've had chronic pain in the pit of my stomach for about two and a half years. I move around sluggishly, the color drained from my face, always distracted by what's going on in my bowels.
The planned merger of emergency and non-urgent telephone hotlines may see people at high-risk of suicide face more barriers to finding help, and cut jobs in the process.
I used to think people with anxiety could talk themselves out of it. Now I know better.
The one thought that completely invades my brain when I'm awake (and even, at times, in my sleep) is: "Will I vomit today?"
Australia's correctional system is all too frequently the first place of treatment for indigenous people with mental issues.
One in five of us will experience depression in our lifetime. Here are some tips on how to help someone who is unwell.
The stigmatizing of mental illness continues to discourage people from seeking help or speaking openly about their experiences.
"The internet is the biggest source of misinformation about mental health that has ever been created," says Dr. Robert Epstein, mental health expert and former Psychology Today editor-in-chief.