I’ve kept it to myself for years, but now I believe the only way to fight the stigma of mental illness is to talk about my own.
Mark Joyella in Journalism, Deliberated
Substitute anchoring the 10:00 news for New York’s WNYW-TV, 2003. Undiagnosed, untreated, unhappy.
I remember sitting in my psychologist’s office in a Miami high rise a few years ago, gazing out the window at the sunny, South Florida sky—from inside, it was serene—and perfectly quiet.
It was early on a Saturday morning. I’d chosen my therapist in part because she offered weekend appointments, and I always grabbed the first-of-the-day appointment on Saturdays, when I could almost always walk through the lobby, ride in the elevator, and sit in the waiting room without seeing another person. There wasn’t even a receptionist in the office on weekends.