Johánna Crystal

The Healing Art of Theatre

Photo Credit: Sweet Raspberry Studio

I stood in the dark, waiting for the lights to rise. This was it. Opening night of City of Trees, the first play I produced, wrote, directed, and acted in all at once. It was a project so close to my heart, even I was surprised I wanted to unravel elements of my life onstage for an audience to see. Despite any reservations, there was something in me that told me this story was meant to be shared. 

And so, I ran with that feeling.

In 2019, I finished writing the script and founded my 501(c)(3) non-profit theater company, Sunny Side Theatre Co, in response to the lack of mental health awareness and representation for actors of color in the theatrical arts. I wanted to create a space that emphasized that performing, at its most honest and transcendent, is not actually performative. It is a human being creating a moment with another. It is understanding motivations and translating that into a scene. It shows those watching they are not alone. It gives the actors a safe arena for expression. 

Like most processes, my artistic and mental health journeys came together in pieces. I started with ballet at the age of 4, followed by piano and voice lessons, and soon made the transition into writing and acting. In all of this time, I do not believe I fully came into my own as a performer until the last couple of years--until I faced my past and sought out therapy. 

I am a survivor of child abuse. I have been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, major depression, general anxiety, and panic disorder. I have been in therapy for four years, and the guidance of my LCSW (licensed clinical social worker) has helped me change my life. 

I would bring monologues to therapy sessions during the writing process. So much of who I am and what I have been through is infused into my work. After I read the most extended monologue, in which my character finally confronts the parental figure in her life who stood by and did nothing during her years of abuse, my therapist smiled. She told me she wished everyone could do what I did for catharsis.

Understanding the factors that have made you who you are such as your environment, family dynamics, and trauma can bring clarity to your identity. What you have been through and the elements of your present and future you have control over. In my experience, therapy involves finding a mental health professional who is a compatible fit for you, then working with them to come up with a plan. It is examining the tools you used to survive your trauma, then learning new tools to thrive as who you are now. It is setting boundaries. It is making little tweaks in the form of positive thinking that makes a huge difference for yourself and your relationship with others.

The stigma of therapy exists, but so do the genuine benefits of healing.

After opening night in August, as I breathed through the post-show buzz, clasped my actor’s hands, and bowed to the audience, I realized I had spoken my truth, and the world did not end. With both the scariest and most glorious parts of my history revealed, something inside me shifted after that.

And the feeling left in the aftermath…it felt a lot like freedom.

To connect with Johánna Crystal visit her Websitehttps://sunnysidetheatre.org or social media Instagram: https://instagram.com/sunnysidetheatre






Teresa Burns

Losing A Parent

The date was November 7th, 2018. I will never forget the very moment that shook me to my core. Upon one phone call I was informed that my father passed away. Only days after having what I could never imagine as being our last phone conversation. 

My Father... the unstoppable pioneer who he taught us determination, Kung Fu, owned his own business and worked for an american multinational major car company,  a true leader in his prime and as our Mom would always say “He were wise beyond his years” because of how intelligent he were and how he repaired just about anything.  

Losing a parent is incredibly challenging and as I personally remember watching my father slowly decline in front of my very eyes. It hurt me to see this once strong man that I looked up to and observed throughout my entire life fall directly in front of me due to his inability to stand for an extended period of time. Only God knows what else I would have done within his final six months of life, but I cherished those moments that I had with him while he was here on this earth. You know how they say that “There’s always life even after death”? This statement is certainly true and while my Dad transitioned to be with the Lord in heaven. I then transitioned to officially answering the Lord’s call on my life, which has been to become a Christian Author.  

“My Dad Is An Angel” is my first children’s christian book which provides both emotional and spiritual insight into the life of a child and her devoted Father.  In this book you will not only experience a genuine and heartfelt bond that lies between them, but you will also embrace God's presence. Writing has always been a therapeutic outlet for me and I have embraced being able to not only express my personal thoughts ,hopes , dreams and desires through my writing, but I also thrive in the notion that I am able to encourage, uplift and inspire others.  I then begin to develop a strong connection through my writing as it offers a rewarding and profound revelation of how impactful it truly can be in the lives of others as it contributes to my mood and  brings me peace,clarity and contentment.    

I empathize in knowing that sometimes others may not feel as comfortable with expressing themselves verbally, however, writing can help one dive deeper into placing their emotions down on paper. So if you have ever struggled with expressing yourself verbally. I would love  to encourage you to embrace the beauty of writing during your time of grief

I also understand that everyone battles with loss differently, nevertheless being able to simply write down your emotions, thoughts and feelings can inspire you in a diverse way if you simply allow it too. For example, writing has the potential to birth something unique, amazing and transformative once you gather your thoughts, and align them properly. 

Furthermore, giving  “birth” through your writing can bring out the best in you, so do not limit yourself rather expand your horizons and keep the faith in knowing that God can use everything that you have endured in your life, only to shift your perspective.  

As I come to a close, I would love for you to do a few things for me first, take a deep breath, second think about what may be hurting you and lastly think about how you can allow that pain to essentially push you into your Godly ordained purpose. Knowing that there’s greatness developing  on the inside of you as well! Dealing with the loss of a loved one hurts deeply as it's a pain that will never go away. But the memories of your loved one(s) lives on forever! Additionally, you can always focus on the fact that fighting through that pain positively not only contributes to your mental health, it also opens up a new door towards greatness that lies within you.

Lastly, If you have ever lost a loved one I strongly encourage you to please talk to a counselor as grief does come in several stages (and yes I have encountered them all). Be blessed and remember that our loved ones are now our assigned angels and that our pain always develops our purpose.  May God bless you and may he help you give birth as you continue to push through your pain. If you would like to purchase a copy of my book “My Dad Is An Angel” click here. You can also follow me on Instagram:Tmbb84 and Facebook: Teresa Burns.



Rocki Richardson

Wait For The Sun  

Wait for the sun. It’s my personal version of “what a difference a day makes” or “the sun will come out tomorrow”.  These words have brought me through my darkest nights and back from the edge of the cliff for many years as I navigate my mental wellness journey. They remind me that the sun is promised to rise in the morning…we just have to be here to see it. Some nights, that was my only job and my only hope. It meant that I was still alive.

At seventeen, I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder. I also had an occasional urge to hurt myself when faced with overwhelming emotions. A dark secret that I rarely ever mention. At that point, I had missed out on all of my high school activities. No proms, dances, sports, etc. and I barely graduated with my diploma. I remember becoming so withdrawn from everything that previously brought me so much joy. I was overwhelmed with suicidal ideation and carried the heaviest cloud that nothing that I did mattered or was ever good enough. I really believed that the world would be a better place without me in it. But I was so wrong! 

I didn’t begin to take my mental health serious until I turned thirty. After spending countless days in and out of emergency rooms, inpatient psych wards, and outpatient therapy throughout my early twenties, I finally accepted that I was living with a real mental illness. I remember late-night calls to crisis lines that I would resolve to call when my fear of dying became too big for me. I knew that I did not want to die, I just wanted to stop hurting. There is such a thin line between the two. My heart goes out to all of the families who have loved ones who have crossed it, including my own. Do you know how hopeless one must feel to follow through at that moment? I only have an idea after riding the line for far too many years of my life. It’s the scariest and loneliest place between earth and the world that you can only hope that exists on the other side of pain. 

Throughout my professional career, I learned how to master the art of illusion. Lights! Cameras! Action! The smile on my face was a mask that I put on from 9 am to 5 pm and took off when the cameras stopped rolling. Cut! Sometimes it’s like being two completely different people in one.  Put simply, there is a healthy and unhealthy version of myself. Healthy me is vibrant, full of love, life, and free! At times when I’m sick, I can barely recognize my own eyes in the mirror. Emptiness and despair stare back at me wondering where the “real” Rakia went. 

Living with depression is like tripping into a dark hole and looking up. There is a way out but no ladder. You can see people walking across the hole and continuing about their daily lives but you’re unable to find the volume in your own voice to call out to them. Everything quite literally feels like it’s temporarily disabled with the occasional person crossing the hole yelling, “Get out of there!” But never throwing you a ladder. Sometimes they don’t know that you need one. Some days I am metaphorically treading water in the deep of the ocean and growing more tired by the hour. I appear to be swimming but am only treading with the weight of my illness around my ankles. Temporarily forgetting how to swim but knowing how to at least stay alive. 

Speaking of staying alive! Aren’t you glad that I waited for the sun? I learned that some days were the worst of my life but choosing to live gave me some of my best. When I chose to make my mental health a priority, when I learned how to love every facet of the rough diamond that I am, it was then that I began to thrive. Thriving for me is acknowledging the illness but not allowing it to define me. Thriving for me is daily self-care with no exceptions. Thriving is acknowledging when I’m not ok. Thriving is asking for help when I need it. Thriving is having a support system that I trust with my vulnerabilities. Thriving is working with NAMI Metro Baltimore helping people like me and their families thrive too. Thriving is wearing my green heart to spread mental health awareness to end stigmas associated with mental illness in our communities. Thriving is sharing my story.  It is not without struggles. Nor without pain. It’s choosing to be here every single day. Rising. Waiting for the sun that I know will come out tomorrow. I promise. I’m here!  

Roma

Not Depression But An Eye Opener 

I had been married to the love of my life for almost 7 years when we decided to have a baby. I was nervous and excited just like every mother to be. My pregnancy journey had been smooth and my interest towards spirituality was deepened during this time. I practiced a lot of yoga and meditation, took spiritual courses and sailed through pregnancy. 

Finally, as per the planned due date, I gave birth to a beautiful boy. 

I knew what was happening to my body but not to my mind. I couldn’t get up to go to the washroom. I couldn’t even turn from one side to another. The drip on my arm was paining badly. I was happy but there was something else that I was trying to come to terms with. I couldn’t recognise that.

My husband and his family were there to help me. However, everything appeared the other way round. For the first few days, my husband took good care of me. But afterwards, there was a change in the whole scene.

I started getting a different treatment from him and his parents. I was mostly left alone in my room while my husband was busy spending quality time with his parents.I was eating alone as three of them will be eating together at the dining table. I would sleep whenever I could while taking care of the baby, as three of them need to sit together late hours to discuss some important stuff. Basically I was left alone with my struggles of dealing with the newborn and new mother inside me.

And instead of confronting anything, I got lost in my thoughts:

“I always loved being alone, so what if I am alone in my room now. Of course, this time with the baby. But it shouldn’t impact me in a negative way. So what, if my husband can’t spend enough time with me even when he has taken leaves from the office, he has always been so caring. And now also, he keeps asking if I need anything.”

It took me months to realise I was being too understanding towards others in a very unhealthy way.  I was self sabotaging. It took me some more months to realise that I had been self sabotaging for years in the name of love and understanding. I was in blind love. I was in toxic acceptance mode. I couldn’t figure out right from wrong when it came to my partner just like he couldn’t when it came to his parents.I decided to confront. And that’s when I was told:

You are not a good mother.

The world is giving birth, you have not done anything special to get some special treatment.

You have no empathy.

You are greedy.

You want money.

You don’t know how to take care of the baby and you are too stupid to be responsible enough.

And much more.

And the result of all that is, I am now a single mother. But a happy single mother.

I got married to this guy against the wishes of my parents. I was even ready to leave my parents to be with him. But they supported me unconditionally. Now my son is 1.5 years old and I am able to continue my job, my writing journey and this article submission only because I get enough time to invest in myself because of them. I am so grateful to my parents for being there for me in my weakest.

Although the initial advice from everyone had been to try to be together, nothing wrong with it, it’s just that it makes it more difficult to hear that inner voice when there is so much noise outside.

This time my inner voice was shouting so hard that I couldn’t ignore it. I realised it had been shouting for years but I decided to suppress it in the name of love. I am living a happy, peaceful life now. I do feel scared sometimes when I think about the future but I realised my Faith is much stronger than my fears.

No matter what, Never ever settle in a toxic relationship. Recognise your self-worth. It took me years to recognize my self-worth. I was being too good, too kind, too understanding. My delivery opened my eyes. My postpartum depression was actually an eye opener for me and I am so grateful for this whole journey. I have learned to use my vulnerabilities as my strengths. I have chosen self respect over convenient life. I have chosen me. 

Her innocence died a torturous death,

In the name of love.

Now, her heart is broken,

Letting the universe send some light in.

Love and blessings,

ROMA (mypeacefulnoise)

Roma Chib is author of poetry journal,  Peaceful Noise, My Inner Voice: 21 days of self-discovery. Roma addresses the issues related to toxic positivity and believes that it is crucial to recognize emotions and it should be the 1st step towards healing. Her Instagram page @mypeacefulnoise is a collection of many such thoughts.



Darius Fennell

How The Stigmas Of Mental Health Cost Me

Get that degree, get that job, get that spouse, get that master's degree, get that house, get that new car, get those kids, get that promotion, relocate, and relocate again!! Keep grinding!! Right? RIGHT?!

We live in a culture that obsesses with so called success and stigmatizes weakness and self-care. For many like myself, striving for success at all costs was my greatest driving force while also ignoring all of my internal "check engine" lights that had been on for YEARS! It is so easy to mistake functionality for being healthy and as long as success continues to flow, we think all is well. Success in and of itself is not bad, but when coupled with self-neglect and lack of rest and rejuvenation, you have created a ticking time bomb for your mental and physical health. That was my story and how I ended up waking up out of a nap to a 130+ bpm resting heart rate and the world's greatest adrenaline rush! TO THE HOSPTIAL! Is this a heart attack? Am I dying? Did I give enough to my wife and kids? Does my wife know where the life insurance papers are? Yeah I thought this was it and that feeling of invincible youth and control was GONE! What made it worse was, "Mr. Fennell, we've run a wide variety of tests over the past 4 days and everything came back normal. We think you just had a panic attack. Just try to relax." In my head, I'm thinking, "Panic Attack?! ME?! Yeah ok! Must have gotten some of the test samples mixed up. And just relax?! How does that help me? This high gear life is all I know.

The Long Journey Back Home

After leaving the hospital, I was so confused, but mostly because of denial. Admitting to my condition being a mental health issue had me fearful of:

  • Appearing weak, crazy, or lazy.

  • Needing therapy and medicine forever.

  • Losing my job.

  • Losing my friends.

None of these "perceived truths" sat well with me at all and I decided that my problem was strictly a cardio issue. Since my heart rate still was not coming down (and did not for a long time), I was open to trying other options, but I wasted so much time in the past.

Understand this: my denial fueled by the mental health stigmas made my healing journey longer and slower than necessary. The issues leading up to this point were brewing long before my actual panic attack which was preventable.

Lessons Learned

One of my best life decisions was going to see a counselor. I had no idea what to expect but when you hit a crisis point, you are more willing to try things you never considered or denied because of accepted stigmas. Counseling actually turned out to be a safe place to:

  • Share my thoughts and feelings

  • Receive insight and perspective

  • Be held accountable

  • Learn coping strategies

  • Practice mental health tools

Also, two of the biggest lessons it took a while to embrace were self-compassion and slowing down. Though counseling led the way for healing, I worked very closely with my general physician, cardiologist, dietician, and also started cycling and meditating regularly. Recovery has been multifaceted and full of triumphs and setbacks along the way. Most importantly, it has given me a message of hope to share with the world. 

Message To The World

It is time to confront the stigmas regarding mental health so people can get the help they need instead of suffering in silence. You do not have to wait for a crisis to seek help for mental health issues. I crossed paths with many people who served as reminders to slow down and get the help I needed (for over 20 years), but the arrogance and illusion of invincibility and functionality kept me in the rat race of “success”. Later I would learn that it was not a race but an escape and avoidance of shame. As long as shame exists as the root driving force, you are always moving closer to a well-groomed crisis. Add in the stigmas and you have the perfect ingredients for a full meltdown. The good news is it does not have to happen this way.

"What Should I do?"

  • Start with identifying a therapist or counselor in your area

  • Some health insurances have services to help you identify one.

  • Read bios and reviews online and make sure the person specializes in the issues you want covered.

  • Work in parallel with your general physician and keep them updated on your status.

  • Consider meditating and journaling for a few minutes daily.

  • Consider a dietician and personal trainer.

  • Connect with support groups online or through local organizations.