public-domain-images-free-stock-photos-002-1000x667By Justin Hullman

I was raised by a single mom on the south side of Omaha, Nebraska. Despite not ever meeting my biological father, my mom assured me that I was loved and cared for. My mom’s unconditional and deep-hearted passion for me was radically expressed daily. However, as I entered into middle school, I began to let my “fatherlessness” become my identity. I was insecure, angry, and confused. I couldn’t understand why my real dad couldn’t step up and love me like my mom. In searching for who I was, I was trapped in thinking about who I wasn’t: a boy with a loving father.
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img_0184-copyBy Ashley Doran

Hello, My name is Ashley Doran, and I have depression.

When I started at Northwestern in 2013, I thought those “dumb” feelings I had in high school were going to go away. However, I quickly fell back into an endless pit of self-loathing. Byy September 2015, I was crying all the time – for any number of reasons – and made an appointment with a doctor.   The diagnosis?  Depression and anxiety. View Post