Eddie Vedder Loves My OCD

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Moody Gurl

Whenever I hear Pearl Jam’s Black, it makes me think of being 17 years old and going obsessive compulsive on a jukebox at Rack’em Up Billiards in Oakdale, Minnesota.

My high school boyfriend had just dumped me because as the saying goes, “Cheaters never prosper.” I wanted him back so badly. I had tried everything including begging and praying to a Billabong sweatshirt he left at my house. When neither of those worked, I followed him home from school, convinced him to let me into his house, held a handful of steak knives I found in his kitchen to my arm and then fell to the ground and had a panic attack. Surprisingly, this romantic gesture didn’t work either. He was done with me and in my teenage angst; I thought that meant that life was officially done with me as well.

An hour later, after he had kicked…

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Don’t Call Kanye Crazy

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Moody Gurl

It may sound crazy, but we shouldn’t be calling Kanye West crazy. After being placed on a 5150 hold (an involuntary psychiatric hold) at UCLA Medical Center and then released into an outpatient facility, people have taken to social media to label him as crazy. The day Kanye was admitted to the hospital, I even heard a Los Angeles radio DJ introduce the next song by saying, “No Kanye joke, but this is Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy.” Despite Kanye’s antics through the years, labeling him as crazy during a period of mental crisis is irresponsible and disrespectful to everyone who lives with mental illness. Instead of placing Kanye under the blanket of insanity, we should let our compassion speak louder than our judgement. Judgement that continues to perpetuate a devastating stigma around mental illness.

As someone with bipolar disorder and someone who spent time in the hospital in late 2008 because…

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