Welcome to the Chasing Sanity Blog
This is where stories come to life—raw, real, and filled with hope. At Chasing Sanity, our blog is a collection of experiences, lessons, and insights from people just like you. From navigating the depths of mental health challenges to discovering tools for growth and thriving, every post is here to inspire, connect, and empower.
Whether you're looking for personal stories, practical techniques to overcome obstacles, or support as you care for a loved one, you’ll find it here. No matter where you are on your journey—surviving, healing, or thriving—there’s something for everyone.
Take a deep breath. You’re in a no-judgment zone, surrounded by a community that uplifts and grows together. Let’s chase sanity, embrace our potential, and thrive—one story at a time.
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Personal Stories: First-person accounts from you and submissions.
For the longest time, I thought procrastination meant I was just lazy or unmotivated. But that’s not the case at all. I’ve learned that procrastination is less about laziness and more about fear—fear of failure, fear of the task being harder than you think, or even fear of not doing something “perfectly.”
For years, I lived in a constant state of mental clutter. My brain was a crowded whiteboard, crammed with to-do lists, reminders, anxieties, and random thoughts like, Did I leave the oven on? What’s for dinner? Is that weird cough a sign of something serious?
In the days and weeks after the assault, I was in survival mode. I didn’t feel anything, which, in hindsight, was its own kind of feeling. Numbness wrapped itself around me like a blanket, keeping everything at arm’s length.
Caring for Others: Stories and advice for caregivers.
As a caregiver, there’s nothing harder than watching someone you care about spiral while refusing the help you know they need. You see the self-sabotaging patterns, the destructive choices, and the pain they’re causing themselves—and often others. You know, deep down, that you could offer advice, tools, or solutions that might make a difference. But the hard truth is this: you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.
Let me start by saying this: not trying to fix people is hard. It’s something I’m still working on, and I’m not always successful. With some people, I’ve gotten better at holding space. But with others—especially those closest to me—I have a tendency to go into full-on “mommy mode.”
Even today, when we’ve supposedly made progress in understanding mental health, the stigma is alive and well. It’s there in the whispered conversations, the shame-filled glances, and the silence that surrounds the words “depression” and “anxiety.”
It started small. Isn’t that always the way? When I first met Jason, he was charming, attentive, and seemed too good to be true. He’d text me sweet messages all day, call me “his angel,” and tell me how lucky he was to have found me. It felt amazing—until it didn’t.
In the days and weeks after the assault, I was in survival mode. I didn’t feel anything, which, in hindsight, was its own kind of feeling. Numbness wrapped itself around me like a blanket, keeping everything at arm’s length.
Generational trauma is when unhealthy patterns—like being too strict, ignoring emotions, or using fear to control behavior—get passed down through families. It’s not always intentional.
I won’t lie and say the move “cured” me. Healing doesn’t work like that. I’m still dealing with complex PTSD, but the episodes of psychosis? They’ve stopped. For the first time in years, I feel like I’m not constantly on the verge of losing myself.
Trauma & Recovery: Deep dives into overcoming difficult experiences.
For the longest time, I thought procrastination meant I was just lazy or unmotivated. But that’s not the case at all. I’ve learned that procrastination is less about laziness and more about fear—fear of failure, fear of the task being harder than you think, or even fear of not doing something “perfectly.”
For years, I lived in a constant state of mental clutter. My brain was a crowded whiteboard, crammed with to-do lists, reminders, anxieties, and random thoughts like, Did I leave the oven on? What’s for dinner? Is that weird cough a sign of something serious?
Hi, I’m Marcus. I’m 29, and I run a small but growing digital marketing business. It’s something I’m proud of now, but if you’d told me five years ago I’d be here, I wouldn’t have believed you. Why? Because for most of my life, I let limiting beliefs run the show.
I had unknowingly developed a growth mentality, the belief that every challenge is an opportunity to learn and evolve. This mindset didn’t mean life suddenly became easy.
It started small. Isn’t that always the way? When I first met Jason, he was charming, attentive, and seemed too good to be true. He’d text me sweet messages all day, call me “his angel,” and tell me how lucky he was to have found me. It felt amazing—until it didn’t.