Waltzing with Elephants is a deeply personal, unflinching memoir on Rachel Morgan’s tumultuous journey through mental illness. She transforms from...
RACHEL MORGAN is an educator and the author of the blog Mental Wellness: A Conversation Worth Having. Rachel’s 18 years of therapy lend her a unique perspective and a deep well of personal experience, which shine through her collection of mental health articles and her memoirs. Rachel’s superpower is figuring out how to fix whatever joint has dislocated that day, while her downfall is probably owning too many books. Most days, Rachel can be found hugging trees and playing with her cat. She bakes a wicked rum cake to boot.
RACHEL MORGAN is an educator and the author of the blog Mental Wellness: A Conversation Worth Having. Rachel’s 18 years of therapy lend her a unique perspective and a deep well of personal experience, which shine through her collection of mental health articles and her memoirs. Rachel’s superpower is figuring out how to fix whatever joint has dislocated that day, while her downfall is probably owning too many books. Most days, Rachel can be...
Waltzing with Elephants: A memoir on finding home and surviving suicide, depression and PTSD
Waltzing with Elephants is a deeply personal, unflinching memoir on Rachel Morgan’s tumultuous journey through mental illness. She transforms from a sheltered child into a world traveler, finding solace in foreign lands yet battling personal demons and heartbreak. Her stories resonate with courage and resilience, from childhood antics in Russia...
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My friend sent me this Harry Potter clip in regards to her frustration with a man in her life, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I told her that we, like Hermione, definitely don’t seem to have problems with our emotional capacity. It is chock-full of all the feelings. And we laughed.
But the more I thought about the clip, the more I realized that I am actually more like Ron. Maybe not in my emotional capacity. But certainly in my capacity to handle stress.
WHAT DO I MEAN?
I mean that my...
Well, I have been trying to write a post on coping strategies vs. maladaptive behaviors, but this week has become a series of unfortunate events that has rendered me completely useless it seems. I didn’t sleep at all last night and hard as I tried, I couldn’t write down a dang, cotton-pickin’ (there’s my Southern coming out) word on my well-thought-out and researched blog post.
So, fuck it.
You get sleepless stream-of-consciousness instead.
It’s amazing to me...