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If you haven't read Evan Rachel Wood’s recent write up for Nylon, please don’t miss it. I wasn’t planning on this being my first blog post but after I read it, I couldn’t shake the significance of a voice like hers, a story this human, in times like now.

I woke up like usual, peruse the sites on the phone and get moving. Twitter knows me so well, sometimes I wonder if we are in a relationship. Front and center in the “for you” section is Evan Rachel Wood with a caption that says “shares her stay in a mental hospital.” I stop, read again to make sure I read that right, . And for the record, I hate the term mental hospital…you may as well just say insane asylum. I mean really, considering the connotation that comes with that term, why would anyone feel anything but shame for having been there?

Anyway back to twitter and the morning routine, I open the article walking to the bathroom and start reading. Couldn’t have been more than 3 minutes before I was frozen, glued, toothbrush in my mouth mid brush with tears streaming down my face. So many feelings, all at once. For her, for the struggle. For the pain, for the loneliness. For her bravery, for her risk. For her shame, for her vulnerability. I could go on but I think you get the point. Struggling with any kind of mental health issue is no joke…to be fair struggling with any kind of overwhelming emotional pain is no joke…but she pulled the curtain back and walked you backstage to