Category Archives: Mental Illness

A woman’s tale of rising from the lows of depression (Part 2)

A woman in emotional distress. (Image: Wikinut)

A woman in emotional distress. (Image: Wikinut)

 

 

 

I had passed on the opportunity to graduate high school at age 16, which I could have done by taking one summer-school class. Yet, I had opted to stay in school for another year, mainly because I was drifting and wasn’t certain about what to do with my life. When I graduated a year later, I remained adrift but decided to attend what was then referred to as “business,” meaning secretarial school. I discussed this with my mother, and she thought it was a good idea relaying that her mother had once told her: “If you learn to type, you will never want for bread . . .

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‘Legally insane’ judge fights to return to bench

Judge Cynthia Brim fights to return to the bench after being found "legally insane" for a manic episode in which she shoved a deputy sheriff. (Image: gavelgrab.org)

Judge Cynthia Brim fights to return to the bench after being found “legally insane” for a manic episode in which she shoved a deputy sheriff. (Image: gavelgrab.org)

 

 

 

 

 

Municipal Judge Cynthia Brim, 55, was found “not guilty” for shoving a sheriff’s deputy in 2012. She was also not only declared “legally insane,” because she was experiencing a manic episode, but was also suspended, with pay, from a $182,000-a-year position . . .

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A woman’s tale of rising from the lows of depression (Part 1)

The face of depression. (Image: Creative Commons/Larali21)

The face of depression. (Image: Creative Commons/Larali21)

 

 

 

 

 

Major depression is a debilitating mental disorder. It’s crucial for me to begin with this definitive statement, because it took years – no, decades – to realize that I was impaired by clinical depression and persistent depressive disorder and I needed ongoing professional help. Inwardly, I knew, but fully acknowledged it as my life exploded, and I was powerless to abort the free fall . . .

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