Because therapy is expensive, but sharing mental health tips is free.
In the back of my mind, my depression is bigger than me. 
It’s easier to hide from your problems than it is to face them, head on. 
How can I sit here and encourage other women to talk about their mental health when I can’t even be honest about mine?
…and I’m not going to apologize for it, either.
If therapy meant talking about my feelings, that meant I had no other choice except to dress up the truth.
The viciousness of other humans can result in so many broken souls, but it doesn’t always have to be this way.
I’ll admit it; I, Jennifer Sara Glantz, have ghosted my fair share of guys in New York City.
I was convinced everyone I loved was going to die.
Every day was a struggle to get up and go to class. I found no meaning in anything I did.
We should be ashamed that they exist at all in 2017.
We can’t just cope forever. Eventually we have to heal.
Because what’s more important than your relationship, really?
How many times are we going to let rapists reoffend before we decide enough’s enough?
“Twenty minutes of action” has haunted me every day for 20 years.