Tag: mental health

  • Paramore's Hayley Williams Talks Mental Health, Social Media Break

    Paramore's Hayley Williams Talks Mental Health, Social Media Break

    Paramore’s Hayley Williams opened up about mental health in a candid Instagram post.

    Hayley Williams is taking a break from social media. The lead singer of Paramore announced Saturday that she will be focusing on her side project, Good Dye Young, a line of vegan and cruelty-free hair products, in lieu of posting on Instagram and Twitter.

    “Hey friends. It’s holiday season… but I’m working a lot from home,” she said in a lengthy collage-style message on Instagram. “There’s… a lot… going on. It’s exciting and it’s also a lot.”

    While she is taking “another extended break” from social media, she will be managing Good Dye Young’s social media accounts, she assured fans.

    “I am careful not to sensationalize issues around mental health as it’s such a sensitive and very layered conversation for every individual,” she continued in her Instagram post.

    Williams confessed that she “could never fully admit to nor bring myself to go get a true diagnosis for my own issues until recently.”

    “I’m working really hard on getting strong for myself. I am so grateful to people who have kept this conversation safe and sacred for me in the last couple of years.”

    With the release of the album After Laughter in the spring of 2017, after a dry spell since 2013, Williams revealed that her mental health had suffered for a while as a young artist in the public eye.

    “I don’t feel as hopeful as I did as a teenager. For the first time in my life, there wasn’t a pinhole of light at the end of the tunnel. I thought, I just wish everything would stop,” she said in a Fader interview.

    But with the release of After Laughter, Williams said she’s moving on from feeling hopeless. “[After Laughter] helps me mark this time as a significant turning point in my life. I’m noticing similar movement in my friends’ lives too,” she said in Paper Magazine earlier this year. “More presence and awareness. More tenderness. I’m alive to both pain and joy now. I have my old laugh back, as my mom says… And only a couple years ago, I had hoped I’d die.”

    Williams urged fans to take mental health seriously. “It’s important to do what you can to find a solution that works for you. Be it therapy, medication, fighting the tendency to isolate and asking people you trust to keep you accountable,” she said in her recent Instagram post.

    The singer-songwriter said that she’s done feeling “okay” and ventured to want more for herself. “I know it is very popular to say ‘it’s okay to not be okay,’ but please give me the grace to admit that as I am quickly approaching 30 I am just not okay with not being okay anymore,” she said. “I am interested in living out a much more fulfilling life than just ‘okay’ could ever offer. I think that you are worth more than ‘okay’ has to offer too.”

    “Please take care of yourselves and try to believe that you are worth more than just ‘okay’ or ‘been better’ or ‘can’t complain.’ I think we are all worth experiencing joy. We are worth feeling hope.”

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Modest Mouse On Medical Marijuana For Mental Health

    Modest Mouse On Medical Marijuana For Mental Health

    “After taking the antidepressants, I started to realize cannabis was probably the better way to go,” Modest Mouse drummer Jeremiah Green says about his medical marijuana use.

    Some members of the band behind the album The Moon & Antarctica are turning to marijuana to help deal with anxiety.

    Jeremiah Green, the drummer of Modest Mouse, was forced to temporarily leave the band due to his depression. He’s been trying to treat it over the past few years with marijuana.

    “I went on antidepressants, and I got all manic and weird,” Green explains to High Times. “I just blew up one day. I was acting hella weird. I ended up in the hospital for six hours and realized pretty quick I didn’t want to be there.”

    Green never intended to quit the band, it just kind of happened that way, he says.

    “It basically took me a long time to call them because I was embarrassed,” Green confesses. “All of a sudden all of that happened, and within a week or so, I was off antidepressants and I figured out what the fuck had gone on. I got back to normal and was like, ‘Holy shit, I ruined my whole life basically.’ [Laughs] I sat around depressed for like a year. I didn’t do shit. Luckily, those guys were cool and got me back in the band.”

    Despite Green’s absence, the band moved forward with Benjamin Weikel in his place. With Weikel on the drummer’s stool, the band found commercial success in their 2004 album Good News for People Who Love Bad News. When Green finally did return, his bandmates weren’t sure what to expect.

    “It was a good opportunity for him to see if he wanted to be a part of the band,” said Modest Mouse frontman Isaac Brock.

    Things were rough with Green self-medicating with marijuana all the time.

    “When he got back, he was getting super-high all the time. He had normal-people weed-smoking abilities at that point. It was super-weird, because he’d be [drumming] super-slow or super-fast. It was never right. Then he got super-good at weed smoking, if that’s a thing—and I think it is,” Brock recalled. “Master-expert level is where he is now. He can walk on tight ropes and do trigonometry with it and shit. He’s always Jeremiah. I love the guy. Even when he was crazier than a shit-house rat, I had patience for it. His crazy was kind of interesting.”

    Nowadays, Green’s bandmates, including Brock and Tom Peloso, sometimes smoke with him. However, Green still does most of the smoking.

    “I smoke regularly,” Green said. “After taking the antidepressants, I started to realize cannabis was probably the better way to go. I’ve smoked for so long I don’t really get high anymore. I just sort of smoke on a low.”

    The band is currently on tour for their album Strangers to Ourselves.

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Homelessness and Mental Health: On the Front Lines

    Homelessness and Mental Health: On the Front Lines

    Officers Armond and Dodson, whose personal histories uniquely qualify them for this outreach effort, have personally gotten 49 people off the streets and into drug and alcohol treatment.

    As someone with an extensive rap sheet, it was strange for me to be voluntarily climbing in the back seat of a police vehicle with two officers sitting up front. Twenty-five years sober, and I still don’t recognize my own life at times. For example, I work for my son’s non-profit, an organization that gives out quality tennis shoes to those in need. Who would have ever thought that this could be me? Certainly not me.

    The seed for Hav A Sole was planted in the early nineties when I was getting sober. Rikki and I were living in a women and children’s shelter as I was on welfare and could barely make ends meet. Becky, a former shelter resident, offered to buy Rikki new shoes because his had huge holes in the soles. I was not someone who accepted handouts but, leveled by circumstances and my son’s needs, I relinquished my pride and said “Yes!” Becky bought Rikki two pairs of shoes that very same day. I never forgot her kindness, and neither would my son, though it would take another 30 years for that one act of kindness to inspire Hav A Sole, an organization that has given out more than 13,000 pairs of shoes to those in need.

    On this particular day as I sit in the police car, Rikki and I have joined forces with the Quality of Life Division of Long Beach Police Department, and the officers are taking us to local homeless encampments. I was sitting in the back seat with two other volunteers while Rikki followed behind in his SUV filled with Nikes.

    I leaned up to the diamond-shaped divider, watching Officer Dodson’s mustache in the rear-view mirror as he talked.

    “Three years ago, a lot of complaints were coming in from residents who wanted the police to address the growing homeless situation,” he said. “When I saw the position for The Quality of Life posted I decided to apply for it. Up until then no one in the department knew I had once lived on the streets myself, but seeing how I had, it made me uniquely qualified for the job.” He shrugged. “But, it was a new concept and without a protocol in place, my commander told me to go out there and figure out what the police department could do to alleviate some of the challenges the homeless faced.”

    “What did you do then?” I asked.

    “At first, I would walk up and down the riverbed trying to engage people in conversations. But seeing how everyone is afraid of the police no one wanted to talk to me. So, I started bringing bottles of water and other items to pass out as a peace offering and it worked. Over time, people came out of the bushes and I got to know them on a first name basis and hear some of their stories.”

    Officer Dodson made a hard right and pulled down a narrow asphalt road with the river on one side and a dirt embankment with bushes, tents, and piles of trash on the other. Suddenly, a long haired, bearded man appeared out of nowhere and waved. Officer Dodson stopped the car and we all got out. Within minutes, men and women were climbing up the embankment, greeting the officers like old friends. I watched as both officers caught up with everyone and passed out everything from water, socks, snacks, and even Zantac for indigestion.


    Officers on the riverbed (image via author)

    At one point, I was introduced to Doug, a dark haired, good looking guy who told us his story: “I used to be a cop a long time ago,” he said, “but after a bout of depression and drugs, I lost everything and live on the streets now.” He stared into the distance as if he was recalling another time. “Someday I’m going to get out of here and get my life back on track.”

    As Doug walked away with his water and new pair of black Nikes, I was struck, once again, with the realization that homelessness can happen to anyone.

    After passing out several pairs of shoes, it was time to move on. I crawled in the back seat and started my own interrogation of sorts based on my own experience.

    I leaned forward and asked, “So, Officer Armond, what makes you want to do this kind of job?”

    “I suppose one of the reasons came from losing my teen age daughter, Ashlee, in an alcohol-involved car accident a few years ago. That changed my perception on a whole lot of things.”

    “Oh. I’m so sorry…” I didn’t know what else to say.

    Officer Armond talked about how Ashlee went missing and how he was waiting for her to get home while his colleagues were out there looking for her. Twenty-four hours later, and no sign of her, he went to search himself. As he retraced the way she might have driven home that night, he saw skid marks leading towards a downed chain link fence. Officer Armond crawled over the broken fence, and discovered his daughter’s car had plunged into the riverbed below.

    With a somber tone, he said, “Part of me felt responsible as a police officer. I felt like I should have been able to help her. But I was drinking back then and felt incredible guilt. So, in many ways, helping the people out here who are struggling gives me a reason to go on.”

    I found myself deeply moved by his tragic story, and it was becoming clear how these two officers’ life experiences made them uniquely qualified for a difficult job.


    Officer Dodson hands out water (image via author)

    As we drove towards the beach, Officer Dodson continued, “What we discovered is a lot of these people out here have substance abuse issues. Over time, as we started to build trust with them, many began asking us for help. That’s when I thought to myself, ‘Great, now we’ll actually be able to do some good out here.’ But when I started cold calling treatment centers, the people in charge were suspicious and couldn’t understand why a police officer was trying to help a homeless person. After explaining the Quality of Life’s mission, their next question was: did the person have insurance or money to pay for treatment? Honestly, I couldn’t believe it. We had someone who was desperate enough to ask the police for assistance and we were unable to provide it.”

    I scooted closer, “So what did you do after that?”

    “Persistence. In the last six months, the community has stepped up. We now have ten scholarship beds donated by Social Model Recovery. Redgate Hospital will detox people if needed and we have other treatment centers that help us out as well. But our work doesn’t just stop there. We also facilitate a meeting with a social worker to start the paperwork for housing so they have a place to live when they get out. If they complete their treatment and have any old warrants or cases pending, we’ll even go to court on their behalf.”

    Officer Dodson went on to describe Ronnie, a man who had been in and out of prison for most of his life. When the officers first met him in the park, Ronnie told them that he had two boys and wanted to prove to them he could turn his life around. The officers immediately found a bed and got him into treatment. Six months later, Ronnie is still sober and working at the Salvation Army.

    After the Hav A Sole team distributed shoes at the beach, we drove to a park. While we were there, a woman in her late twenties, with obvious mental health issues, told the officers she wanted to get help. Within five minutes, the health department arrived to take her to a local resource center where they would further assess her needs.

    I later learned that Armond and Dodson have personally gotten 49 people off the streets and into drug and alcohol treatment. As a counselor myself for nearly two decades, it was clear that they were not only doing front line interventions, but had also created a multi-disciplinary approach in assisting individuals living on the streets.

    At a time when so many of our homeless are suffering from addiction and mental health-related issues, we need to bring our compassion and our resources to the street. Rikki and I and the Hav A Sole team were honored to ride along with Officer Armond and Officer Dodson who go above and beyond the call of duty, protecting and serving the homeless who are part of our communities.


    L-R: Elizabeth Kelley Erickson, Officer Dodson, Wendy Adamson, Officer Armond, Rikki Mendias and Dash Penland of Have A Sol, and Greg Moul (volunteer)

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Ashley Tisdale Reveals Depression & Anxiety Struggles On New Album

    Ashley Tisdale Reveals Depression & Anxiety Struggles On New Album

    “This is the first time I’m being super vulnerable. This is me sharing my journey through anxiety and depression.”

    Ashley Tisdale, who first broke through starring in High School Musical, is now confessing her years long battle with anxiety and depression in a new album, aptly titled Symptoms.

    Tisdale told People that with Symptoms, “This is the first time I’m being super vulnerable. This is me sharing my journey through anxiety and depression. I didn’t know the anxiety symptoms I had in the past while touring. Before, I would freak out before going on stage. That was a panic attack. I had no idea what that was until I started reading about it.”

    About the lead single from the album, “Voices in My Head,” Tisdale explains, “There are so many times I’m at an event or even just a social party and I feel like I’m not good enough to be there, and I feel that a lot of us struggle with that. That negative thinking, that little voice in your head…”

    Tisdale hopes her new album will help erase the stigma around mental health issues. “The reason I wanted to do this album was because I wanted to make someone at home not feel so alone in what they go through. They could look at me and go, ‘We’re all human. We all go through things.’”

    Tisdale adds, “It’s so easy for people when someone goes, ‘Does anyone have anxiety?’ Everyone at the table will go, ‘Yeah, I do.’ If someone says, ‘Do you have depression?’ Nobody really wants to talk about it.”  

    She also told AOL, “I feel really vulnerable talking about it, and it’s weird to talk about it, but if I could make someone at home feel less alone, then I’m doing my job as an artist. I’ve gone through a journey. It’s obviously painful and hard, but it’s also the most beautiful thing.”

    When recording the album, Tisdale called the studio “my happy place,” and “my safe place” where she could be creative, and she called recording Symptoms “therapeutic. I feel like it saved me from just dwelling in what I was feeling.”

    And through the process of recording Symptoms, Tisdale learned to accept and embrace herself. “I think that when you struggle with those things, instead of being like ‘Oh I hate that stuff,’ I really accept it. I think that’s what makes you beautiful, that you’re not perfect.”

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Munchausen by Proxy: Mental Illness or Child Abuse?

    Munchausen by Proxy: Mental Illness or Child Abuse?

    Feldman has seen horrific cases of Munchausen by proxy, from mothers injecting their children with bacteria to cause infection to parents suffocating their infants. But most perpetrators are not motivated by a desire to see their child in pain.

    “That Bitch is dead!”

    The post would have been alarming on anyone’s Facebook page, but it was especially jarring when it appeared on the page of Dee Dee Blanchard, a single mom who was the full-time caregiver to Gypsy Rose, a teen with a host of medical issues ranging from muscular dystrophy to cancer.

    An even more alarming post — which talked about slashing Dee Dee’s throat and raping Gypsy — appeared soon after. Friends were horrified when they went to the Blanchard’s home and discovered that both women were missing, but all three of Gypsy’s wheelchairs, which she needed to get around, were still there. When police found Dee Dee’s body in her bedroom with multiple stab wounds, friends and neighbors became certain that Dee Dee and Gypsy had been targeted by a random and sadistic killer.

    The truth, it turned out, was much more complex. A few days after Dee Dee’s body was found, Gypsy Rose walked into a court — no wheelchair needed — to face charges that she planned her mother’s brutal murder. Encouraging her boyfriend to kill her mother was, she would later say, the only way that she could escape years of medical abuse.

    It soon became clear that Gypsy Rose was, for the most part, a perfectly healthy young woman (not a teen — her mom had changed her birth certificate and lied to Gypsy about her age). Dee Dee had fabricated much of Gypsy’s medical history, feigning her daughter’s illnesses in a pattern of behavior known as Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Dee Dee’s deceptions were so thorough that even Gypsy didn’t realize their extent. In fact, it wasn’t until her attorney told her that there was no medical record of her having cancer that she realized her mother had made that up too.

    “It shocked me,” Gypsy Rose said in a documentary that recently aired on Investigation Discovery. “I don’t have cancer? So what other illnesses don’t I have?”

    Since the well-publicized murder in 2015, the story of the Blanchards has captivated the attention of the media and the public. Although the case was extreme both in the extent of Dee Dee’s abuse and its ultimate violent ending, cases of Munchausen by proxy are not as rare as you might expect. Here’s the truth about this complex and disturbing phenomenon.

    What is Munchausen by proxy?

    Munchausen by proxy (MBP) occurs when a person in a position of control feigns, exaggerates or induces an illness in a child, vulnerable adult, or pet to gain emotional gratification or attention.

    “Munchausen syndrome by proxy is limited only by knowledge, creativity and motivation of the perpetrator,” said Dr. Marc D. Feldman, a clinical professor of Psychiatry and adjunct professor of Psychology at the University of Alabama and author of the book Dying to Be Ill: True Stories of Medical Deception.

    In 95 percent of cases the perpetrator is the child’s mother, and in the remaining cases the perpetrator is almost always a female relative or caregiver, Feldman said. Although the condition may seem far-fetched, it can occur in up to 1 percent of the population and is likely under-diagnosed.

    In the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-V), Munchausen syndrome by proxy is listed as a type of factitious disorder imposed on another (FDIA). FDIA is described as a psychiatric disorder in which individuals persistently falsify illness in another even when there is little or nothing tangible for them to gain from the behavior. But Feldman cautions against thinking of Munchausen by proxy as an illness.

    “People assume it’s a mental illness, but I tend not to view it as that, but as a form of abuse,” Feldman said. “The moment you consider it a mental illness, the perpetrator can argue that they’re the victim of a mental disorder and ask for a much lighter sentence or no sentence at all. This is a form of abuse like any other.”

    What causes a mother to hurt her child?

    In the nearly 30 years he’s worked with individuals affected by MBP, Feldman has seen horrific cases, from mothers injecting their children with bacteria to cause infection to parents suffocating their infants. But most perpetrators are not motivated by a desire to see their child in pain.

    “There are some perpetrators who are sadistic and enjoy the act of harming their children,” Feldman said. “[But] for most they are after the reaction: the sympathy, care and concern… all the emotions received as the result of having a terribly ill child.”

    Perpetrators like Dee Dee Blanchard, who may be fairly ordinary in their normal life, get emotional gratification by being painted as a loving and selfless caregiver. In Blanchard’s case, she also received financial benefits tied to Gypsy’s perceived illnesses including free trips, additional child support and even a home from Habitat for Humanity. Perpetrators don’t usually kill their victims, since they prefer the ongoing attention from their communities.

    Why don’t doctors intervene?

    One of the most mind-boggling aspects of the Gypsy Rose case is that Gypsy received actual medical treatment — including surgery — for conditions that Dee Dee had fabricated. Munchausen by proxy can be hard to spot, and Feldman said that doctors are cautious about questioning a parent whose child appears to be in medical distress. In addition, many perpetrators have some medical training, so they know how to make their case look compelling.

    These delays can lead to continued abuse: in most cases, there is a year and a half between when doctors first suspect MBP and when it is actually diagnosed.

    “That’s a hefty period of time, and speaks to the reticence of doctors to make the diagnosis,” he said.

    Feldman said that doctors tend to think they need a smoking gun before alerting police or social services to their suspicions. But in most states doctors are mandated reporters of child abuse, and just having a hunch should be enough to compel them to act.

    “The doctor doesn’t have to be a detective, they just have to have a suspicion.”

    Can Munchausen by proxy be treated?

    It is extremely rare for a perpetrator of MBP to be rehabilitated because there is usually deep denial about the behavior, Feldman said. In one case he worked on a mother was confronted with a video showing her suffocating her infant by putting her hands over the baby’s mouth and nose.

    “She said ‘I’m just tickling his mouth,’” Feldman recalled. “Perpetrators come up with bizarre explanations to explain away their actions.”

    In the face of such strong denial, it’s nearly impossible to establish a therapeutic rapport with the perpetrator in order to make progress in treating the condition, Feldman said. These issues are compounded when the perpetrator is jailed and has limited access to mental health care.

    Feldman has seen one case in which the mother was rehabilitated. That woman claimed that her child had seizure disorders and that her other children had died in infancy from the condition. When Munchausen by proxy was discovered, the child was removed from the mom’s custody. Ten years later the woman had another baby. In the interim she had undergone psychotherapy and Feldman was able to recommend that the whole family be reunited.

    “They’re doing beautifully together,” he said.

    What’s it like to be a victim of Munchausen by proxy?

    Most victims of MBP are young children or infants. Although the behavior and abuse usually occur in early childhood, there are lifelong effects, Feldman said. Many victims develop PTSD and can have trouble distinguishing reality. In some cases, victims develop Munchausen syndrome, which manifests in them making themselves sick.

    “They’re trying to master the trauma by doing it to themselves,” Feldman said.

    Gypsy Rose said that realizing her mother had made up all of her medical conditions was disorienting.

    “I was happy to know I was perfectly healthy, but at the same time it hurt because it’s like my whole world had been tossed up,” she told Investigation Discovery. “I realized that my mother wasn’t who I thought she was. I have a lot of complicated emotions for my mother.”

    After the murder, as the truth about the extent of Dee Dee’s abuse came out, many people were sympathetic toward Gypsy. In 2016, she pled guilty to second-degree murder and received a ten-year prison sentence for planning her mother’s killing.

    Gypsy’s ex-boyfriend, Nicholas Godejohn, was found guilty of first-degree murder last week. Godejohn was the one who actually killed Dee Dee, stabbing her multiple times. However, his attorney argued that he was manipulated by Gypsy and couldn’t fully understand the consequences of his actions because of his autism and intellectual delay. At Godejohn’s trial, the defense called Gypsy as a witness. When Gypsy was asked who spearheaded the murder plans, she answered: “I did, I talked him into it.”

    Despite this, Godejohn now faces a mandatory sentence of life in prison without the possibility of parole. Gypsy, on the other hand, will be eligible for parole in 2024 when she is 32. In the meantime, she is reportedly “thriving” in prison, according to her stepmom, Kristy Blanchard.

    “Despite everything, she still tells me that she’s happier now than with her mom,” Blanchard said. “And that if she had a choice to either be in jail, or back with her mom, she would rather be in jail.”

    “She feels freer in prison than she did in own home with her mother,” Feldman said. “That’s a really telling comment that speaks to the extent of the abuse.”

     

    Other notable cases of Munchausen by proxy:

    “Mommy Blogger” Lacey Spears

    Marybeth Tinning

    Blanca Montano

    Hope Ybarra

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  • Why People With Internet Addiction React Worse When Wifi Fails

    Why People With Internet Addiction React Worse When Wifi Fails

    Researchers explored the reaction to digital technology failure in people with internet addiction for a recent study.

    When the Wifi loses its connectivity, or the movie we’re streaming buffers endlessly—when the digital technology by which we have come to expect as part of our daily lives fails, our response to this interruption can take a variety of forms, from mild annoyance to more extreme or “maladaptive” reactions, including anger, panic and depression.

    What determines our response, according to a new study, may be dependent on our psychological makeup. Researchers found that participants who expressed a “maladaptive” response to digital technology failure also showed signs of extroversion, neuroticism, internet addiction and a pervasive “fear of missing out” (FOMO).

    Understanding what provokes these responses may help provide better support for such individuals, researchers suggest.

    In the study—published in the November edition of Heliyon—researchers from De Montfort University in Leicester, England engaged 630 participants, all between the ages of 18 and 68, in an online questionnaire that examined their responses to digital technology failure.

    Participants self-reported how they responded such incidents, as well as their attitudes towards “fear of missing out” and internet addiction. The study authors also measured responses in regard to the BIG-5 personality traits: conscientiousness, extraversion-introversion, agreeableness, openness and neuroticism.

    The researchers found that those participants whose responses indicated extroversion and neuroticism, and who expressed positive responses towards FOMO or symptoms of internet addiction also exhibited more signs of a maladaptive response towards digital technology failure. They also noted a correlation between age and level of response: specifically, as Science Daily noted, as age increased, a person’s level of frustration decreased.

    A frustrated response to technological failure is normal, according to study co-author Dr. Lee Hadlington. “[It’s] one of the things we all experience on a daily basis, so it seemed to be a logical step in our research.”

    But with technology playing a more significant role in our lives with each new development, our dependency on those devices to make our lives function also grows.

    “When they don’t work, we tend to just go a little bit ‘crazy’ or just switch off and stop doing things altogether,” Hadlington noted.

    Determining what provokes extreme responses in certain individuals may help make their lives more manageable.

    “If we can understand what leads individuals to react in certain ways, and why these differences occur, we can hopefully make sure that when digital technology does fail, people are better supported and there are relevant signposts for them to follow to get help,” said Hadlington. “Extreme reactions only make things worse.”

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Could Limiting Social Media Use Improve Your Mental Health?

    Could Limiting Social Media Use Improve Your Mental Health?

    A new study examined whether excessive use of social media contributed to feelings of depression and loneliness.

    The more time you spend scrolling through social media, the more likely you could be contributing to your own feelings of depression and loneliness. 

    A new study from Penn State researchers has determined that social media use correlates with both depression and feeling lonely. 

    The study was led by Melissa Hunt of Penn State’s psychology department and involved 143 students from the university. The students were broken into two groups—one being told to limit social media use (Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat) for 10 minutes per app, the other instructed to continue using it as normal—and then monitored for three weeks. 

    Over the course of the study, students were assessed each week through testing for depression, social support and more. Their social media use was monitored through the iOS battery use screen.

    According to the study authors, levels of loneliness and depression decreased significantly over the three weeks. 

    “The limited use group showed significant reductions in loneliness and depression over three weeks compared to the control group,” authors wrote. “Both groups showed significant decreases in anxiety and fear of missing out over baseline, suggesting a benefit of increased self-monitoring. Our findings strongly suggest that limiting social media use to approximately 30 minutes per day may lead to significant improvement in well-being.”

    On the other hand, areas such as self-esteem and social support did not increase over the three weeks. Following up with the students was difficult, so authors were unable to fully determine if prior feelings returned or habit changes were implemented. 

    According to TechCrunch, Hunt states that by taking time away from social media, people are likely to instead focus on more fulfilling things in their lives. 

    “Some of the existing literature on social media suggests there’s an enormous amount of social comparison that happens,” she said. “When you look at other people’s lives, particularly on Instagram, it’s easy to conclude that everyone else’s life is cooler or better than yours. When you’re not busy getting sucked into clickbait social media, you’re actually spending more time on things that are more likely to make you feel better about your life.”

    The researchers did point out that their study was limiting. In future studies, they state, it could help to have a more diverse group of participants, include more social media outlets, extend the timeframe of the experiment and allow for more comprehensive follow-up with participants. Researchers also state that the set time for social media use could sway results.  

    Whatever the case, Hunt says, it’s important to take time away from technology to connect with others in your life. 

    “In general, I would say, put your phone down and be with the people in your life,” she stated. 

    View the original article at thefix.com

  • Can Tetris Help Alleviate Anxiety?

    Can Tetris Help Alleviate Anxiety?

    Researchers explored whether the classic game could have positive effects on those battling anxiety.

    Could an old-school video game help ease your anxiety? New research points to yes. 

    According to NPR, Kate Sweeny, a psychologist at the University of California, Riverside, conducted research into whether the game Tetris can have positive effects for those struggling with anxiety. 

    The premise of the game is to rotate and adjust moving tiles so they fit into a flat line at the bottom of the screen.

    “Years of my life were lost disappearing into a game of Tetris on my Nintendo system,” Sweeny told NPR.

    The game, according to Sweeny, can help ease anxiety by allowing players to enter a state psychologists call “flow.”

    “The state of flow is one where you’re completely absorbed or engaged in some kind of activity,” Sweeny told NPR. “You lose your self-awareness, and time is just flying by.”

    In conducting the study, Sweeny’s team focused on people who were waiting for “uncertain, potentially life-altering news” with the idea that playing Tetris could help their minds focus elsewhere for a period of time.

    Specifically, they took a group of 300 college students and told them their peers would be rating how attractive they were. 

    “I know, it’s kind of cruel, but we found it’s a really effective way to get people stressed out,” Sweeny told NPR.

    While the students were waiting for the results, they were instructed to play Tetris. There were three levels of difficulty assigned to different students: one slow, easy and boring; one fast, challenging and frustrating; and one classic version, meaning the game is adjusted based on the player’s ability. 

    While players still reported varying degrees of worry, the group that played the classic version reported slightly increased levels of positive emotions and slightly decreased levels of negative ones. 

    “It wasn’t a huge difference, but we think it’s noticeable,” Sweeny told NPR. “And over time, it can add up.”

    Games aren’t the only way to reach a state of flow, according to Elizabeth Dunn, a psychologist at the University of British Columbia who studies happiness.

    “Think of the activity that grabs your attention and doesn’t let it go,” Dunn told NPR. “For me, it’s mountain biking.” 

    While Dunn was not involved in the research, she says the results were not surprising.

    “I can’t say I found this study particularly surprising at all,” she told NPR. “Mostly because, based on previous research, it’s hard to find a situation where the experience of flow isn’t a good thing.”

    Dunn also noted that the research indicates “that even in tough moments, we should push ourselves to do something challenging to get us out of the moment.”

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  • Ariana Grande: Therapy Saved My Life So Many Times

    Ariana Grande: Therapy Saved My Life So Many Times

    “I’ve got a lot of work to do but it’s a start to even be aware that it’s possible.”

    Singer Ariana Grande has had quite a few painful moments over the last 18 months. From the Manchester Arena bombing at her May 2017 concert to losing her ex-boyfriend, rapper Mac Miller, to a drug overdose in September—life hasn’t been easy for the 25-year-old pop star.

    On Monday, Grande lent some words of encouragement for people who may benefit from counseling. Responding to a tweet, she said, “In all honesty, therapy has saved my life so many times. If you’re afraid to ask for help, don’t be. You don’t have to be in constant pain and you can process trauma. I’ve got a lot of work to do but it’s a start to even be aware that it’s possible.”

    Grande has not shied from talking about her own battles. In an emotional interview with Ebro Darden of Beats 1 radio in August, the singer emphasized the importance of helping one another through the good and the bad.

    She said that her song “Get Well Soon” is about “just being there for each other and helping each other through scary times and anxiety. We just have to be there for each other as much as we can because you never fucking know.”

    She added that the song, which appears on her latest album Sweetener, is “also about personal demons and anxiety, more intimate tragedies as well. Mental health is so important. People don’t pay enough mind to it… People don’t pay attention to what’s happening inside.”

    Not only did she lose her ex-boyfriend Mac Miller (born Malcolm McCormick)—who she called “my dearest friend”—this year, she was the target of shame and blame from some misguided individuals.

    Responding to Mac fans who blamed her for triggering his fatal overdose, she said, “I am not a babysitter or a mother and no woman should feel that they need to be. I have cared for him and tried to support his sobriety and prayed for his balance for years (and always will of course) but shaming/blaming women for a man’s inability to keep it together is a very major problem.”

    A medical examiner confirmed this week that the Pittsburgh rapper had died from mixed drug toxicity of fentanyl, cocaine and alcohol.

    McCormick was candid about his drug use, and seemed to struggle to find a balance. In a 2015 interview with Billboard, he said, “I’m not doing as many drugs. It just eats at your mind, doing drugs every single day, every second. It’s rough on your body.”

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  • Evolution of a Beard: My Growth as Reflected Through Facial Hair

    Evolution of a Beard: My Growth as Reflected Through Facial Hair

    My hatred and rage grew alongside my father’s beard. Beards represented mental illness. Beards represented embarrassment. Beards represented my failed family.

    The last time I saw my father without a beard was the night he accused me of being an alien sent to harvest his testicles. It was the summer before I entered eighth grade.

    My father’s mustached face was otherwise smooth. Always had been as far as I knew. I remember kissing his cheeks as a child. Avoiding the scratchy upper lip hair.

    Now, my father’s cheeks were blushed with anger and fear. I lost myself staring into his terrified eyes.

    That night was the culmination of months of odd behavior. Standing outside at my sister’s Girl Scout summer camp, my father screamed accusations at everyone. His family had been replaced by testicle harvesting aliens. The other parents were FBI agents who’d been stalking him at work and recording his thoughts for months.

    I’d always known my dad was a little odd. He had disappeared a few times for no reason. Usually my sister and I would end up staying a few nights at my grandparents’ house. My mom would buy us new toys. My dad would eventually reappear. Things returned to our version of normal. Unknown to me was his diagnosis of schizophrenia.

    This time I knew exactly why my dad disappeared, he was going to the mental hospital; the loony bin. My dad was certifiably crazy and teenage me knew it. Worse, other people knew it. Other teens! Complete strangers. This last image of my father without a beard is seared into my memory.

    My father came home from the hospital with a beard. Well, he came home with three days of unshaven stubble. Still, it was thick, dark, and covered his face. This bearded man no longer looked like my dad. This bearded man no longer acted like my dad.

    The bearded stranger talked to himself out loud in private and public. He cursed and gestured wildly at random times, crossing himself with vigor as he watched Catholic Mass on TV three times a day. We weren’t Catholic. The bearded man spent evenings and weekends shopping for pornographic movies that sat unwatched and unopened in haystack shaped piles in our basement.

    My hatred and rage grew alongside his beard. I hated my father. I hated his beard. By extension, I hated everyone with a beard. Beards represented mental illness. Beards represented embarrassment. Beards represented my failed family. Beards were something crazy people used to hide behind.

    I daydreamed of shaving my father’s beard. Peeling off the stubble to reveal the man he had been prior to having a beard: the father I no longer had.

    At the time I wasn’t able to grow my own beard. That didn’t stop me from making a pact with myself – I would never grow a beard, damn it.

    As you can see in the image accompanying this article, I did not keep my pact.

    As an adult, I didn’t have a beard or a relationship with my father. I became a father myself and vowed to never put my children through what I had gone through: a childhood filled with an empty father.

    I didn’t prevent my father from having a relationship with my children. My mother and father would visit sporadically throughout the year and at holidays. My children were fine interacting with my father. Hell, sometimes I’d catch a glimpse in my children’s eyes of what looked like love toward their grandfather.

    I wasn’t doing so well, though. I treated lingering depression and anxiety with antidepressants, sporadic counseling, and another illness: alcohol use disorder.

    I was failing at life and I frequently drank until I blacked out. I was divorced and only seeing my kids every other weekend. I tried to wash away my bitterness and guilt but instead I found myself on an alcohol-fueled ride to my rock bottom.

    The last time I remember not having a beard was the last time I remember drinking alcohol. I had an appointment with a new counselor. He told me that nothing could improve if I kept drinking and that he wouldn’t work with me if I didn’t stop. Somehow, I heard him. I also heard what he wasn’t saying: things could improve if I stopped drinking.

    I went home and got drunk for the last time that evening.

    It wasn’t easy to stop drinking. At first, every minute of every day was hard. I didn’t have the energy to do anything other than attend AA meetings and counseling. Then, without thinking, I stopped shaving and grew a short beard. At first it brought me comfort in a tangible way: I’d rub on it and scratch it and twist the hairs. After a few weeks it started filling in. And so did my sobriety. My beard grew thicker along with my willpower. I kept the beard and I’ve kept my sobriety.

    At some point I made the first proactive phone call to my father I’d ever made. It wasn’t a magical conversation– we talked about sports and the weather, the same topics we’ve always been able to safely cover during face-to-face conversations over the years. When it was over, I hung up the phone, feeling sick to my stomach. I knew I’d never have the dad I wish I had. I know it’s on me to deal with it. But I wanted to have whatever relationship I could with him.

    I’m four years sober. In these four years I’ve searched my soul to forgive my father. My children love their grandfather. They don’t know the bearded stranger I knew when I was growing up. They’ve never known him without a beard. They only know him as Grandpa!

    I can’t regain my childhood. And I can’t undo what I’ve done to my children. But I can make sure I don’t go back to the dark place of alcohol abuse.

    I kiss my children with a beard. I cuddle my youngest daughter and tickle her with my whiskers. She’s never known me without a beard. My kids see beards differently than I did.

    Today I still have a beard. I keep this beard as a reminder of the importance of staying sober; a reminder of the importance of my family; a reminder of the forgiveness I’ve given others and that I’ve asked for from my loved ones.

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