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Graveyard of Dreams

Every day is a nightmare And we don’t want the torture Going to school is like walking into a minefield Every step we take like treading on eggshells One wrong move leaves us falling off a cliff With demons laughing around us School. A graveyard of hope. A graveyard of dreams. “Harmless Jokes” float around

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Jace is smiling at the camera wearing a purple short with a collar and three buttons.

Overworking is NOT the Same as Healing

(*Content Note: suicide) NH Rapid Response is available 24/7 if you or someone you care about is having a mental health or substance use crisis. To connect, call/text 833-710-6477 or visit  If you are outside NH, please call/text 988.  Additional 24/7 support options can be found at I stood in the entrance with my hand still

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Pamela smiles widely at the camera, wearing a hat and coat, surrounded in a snowy field.

Pamela Mott’s Story

My name is Pamela Mott and I am a licensed mental health counselor in a small little town. I have four children and I am married. I experience an enormous amount of stress. I often feel that I should be able to save the world. My family lineage is riddled with the effects of serious

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Terri Clyde smiles at the camera.

TL Clyde: A Mother’s Perspective

She sits at the window pondering if she is the only one. She has wondered for so long if there is anyone else out there that understands what is happening in her home. Are there others out there who are afraid of what the world holds for her child? What do the neighbors think every

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Likhita smiles at the camera, wearing a purple shirt.

Likhita’s Story: The Psychology Club

The pandemic has taken a toll on the mental health of millions of people. I am one of the many people who has been mentally affected by the social isolation. When I recently hurt my ankle in a soccer game, the period of recovery affected me both physiologically and psychologically. I said to myself, “I can’t be depressed for

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Rose stands at a microphone, in front of a projected image, giving a presentation.

Rose Muise’s Story

I’m sorry I lost touch. I’m sorry I didn’t call, didn’t write, didn’t reach out, pushed you away, let connections fail. Sometimes I get paranoid. Worried. Anxious. Do you hold it against me? All the things I did, didn’t do, said, didn’t say, when I was sick. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. With you, and

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