The inner workings of our mind — from intrusive thoughts to worries, insecurities and negative self-talk — isn’t something we can easily pinpoint and explain in a play-by-play commentary to someone else.
Infatuation is the red flag you don’t see because you’re blinded by the overwhelming emotions you feel. It’s a truth that not everyone understands.
International student-athletes must try to overcome homesickness and a language barrier on top of the typical daily problems of a college student.
People need to know that they’re not alone in their loneliness — none of us are.
It is a relentless and exhausting battle. I live in a pendulum, swinging back and forth between feeling devastatingly numb and debilitatingly depressed. Joy is a fleeting feeling whose glimpses only seem to push me further down the hole, reminding myself that I have not earned happiness.
Dr. Seuss once said, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” I guess that’s going to have to become my new mantra.
After years of being “open” with my emotions, I still feel like the same confused 12-year-old, even if I don’t always show it. This isn’t a cry for help; I’m not depressed. I just don’t always know what to do with whatever it is I’m feeling.
I’m not always a good person who does good things. I certainly haven’t been in the past. No one can be a perfect person, I know that. But for many years I’m not sure I was even a good one — I’m working to change that. I’m working every day to do better — to be better.
Managing social anxiety — and mental health in general — is really hard. I’m still far from where I want to be, but I’m trying my best, and that’s enough. Just remember that you are loved, and you are not alone.
Time and time again, we see athletes judged for every move they make, but we never allow them to take off their jersey and just be… people.
Commentary and opinion should never merge with hard news reporting or daily coverage, and certainly shouldn’t be the pillar of any news station or paper.
I’ve only known her for seven months, but Reilly Mullen has taught me more than any journalism class ever could.
It’s important to be unapologetically yourself, no matter the circumstance. There are people out there who will like you, for you; if someone doesn’t like you, they’re not worth your time.
Life as a 20-something is stressful and overwhelming. Sometimes I need to cry (there’s nothing wrong with that, it happens). Other times I feel so happy that when I laugh, my whole body shakes. But if there’s anything I’ve learned and am continuing to grapple with, it’s that I can’t compare myself to others.
I refuse to be kind to men who make me feel afraid, to laugh at their jokes that aren’t funny and to hope that my relationship status will ward them off. I will not let my fear of inconveniencing others make me vulnerable.
I’ve said it before and I will say it as many times as needed: believe survivors and put yourself in their shoes. What if that was your mother, brother, sister or cousin?
The American democratic machine is creaking. And meandering in its echoes are the voices of marginalized communities, as the instruments that safeguard their livelihoods are continually blunted and peeled away.
A national search won’t bring a saint into the chancellorship, but it will likely result in a competent leader who has the good sense to replace Jim Malatras a second time.
To me, depression feels like you’re snuggly wrapped in shag carpet; you’re suffocating and overheating but there’s some sort of sickly comfort in it that makes you reluctant to unwrap.
The sight of sprawling tree-lined hills was never one I imagined missing, and now, everytime I see it, I feel as though Mother Nature is embracing me herself, welcoming me back to a place that will always hold a piece of my heart.
Solutions by The State News
