UR Enough is a place where you can go to be inspired by individuals who have had the strength to be vulnerable and to speak up and share their story. Stories from a variety of different individuals who have gone through and overcome their own struggles.
It was six years. Six years of inpatients and outpatients, the first admission and the slippery sliding of a wheelchair down the narrow corridors of hell. The meticulous meal plans and mantra of eat, rest, repeat, the manipulative mayhem, crumb...
Read MoreGrowing up I was never taught what mental health was, what emotional regulation looked like, and never saw my parents cry until I was much older. All that I know now about mental and emotional health has been self-taught through my academics, personal struggles...
Read MoreI feel strange being so open. It leaves me vulnerable. Exposed. Embarrassed. Ashamed. This is the part where I tell you that I live with Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), a neurodevelopmental disorder characterized by a persistent pattern of...
Read MoreDreams do come true, and I’m living proof of this. If I had told myself 10 years ago, even 2 years ago that I would be where I am doing what I am doing I wouldn’t have believed it. I am the first openly transgender woman to...
Read MoreMy name is Mitch and this is my story of taking shame and turning it into acceptance. I live with anxiety and finally, I'm good with it. My intention for writing this is twofold. First, the more I talk about it, the better I...
Read MoreMy name is Moe Bsat and I struggle with anxiety. My struggle began in Law School. It started with weight gain, depressive moods, excessive drinking, and a lack of sleep. In my last year of school, I couldn't...
Read MoreI spent months praying for something bad to happen to me; waiting for the day that I would pass out and end up in the hospital, or behind the wheel and accidentally crash my car, or maybe my heart would...
Read MoreOn March 19, 2013, I took my last breath. I had just experienced a traumatic brain injury (TBI) from a ski accident in Whistler, Blackcomb. Buried in an avalanche, upside down and four feet under snow, I was…
Read MoreCold tile pressed up against my cheek as I laid there on the floor, puzzled, fixating on the tears streaming down my face. What is happening? I’m not sad, or am I? Curled up, crying on the bathroom floor – that was...
Read MoreLast night I tried to kill myself. I’ve lived my darkest nightmare. Come to think of it, the entire time I used cocaine was me tiptoeing closer and closer to the edge of the nightmare. How far could I push it...
Read MoreEver since I can remember, I have wanted to be an actor. The feeling of stepping into the light and becoming another human being, taking over their soul, is thrilling to me. By the time I was finished high school I truly loved the art of acting.
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