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How Leaving a Job That Broke Me Led to Healing, Freedom, and Self-Worth

I didn’t quit my job. I saved my life.

For years, I wore my burnout like a badge of honor, convinced that if I could just endure a little longer, success would be my reward. I told myself the harsh words, impossible deadlines, and constant fear were just part of the grind. After all, strong people push through, right?

But pushing through was pushing me over the edge.

The Slow Poison of a Toxic Workplace

It started small. A passive-aggressive email. A dismissive glance. A meeting where my ideas were stolen and my contributions ignored. I brushed it off, believing that maybe I was overreacting. But toxic workplaces are like slow poison—you don’t realize you’re dying until it’s almost too late.

The signs were there:

• Dread on Sunday Nights: A sick feeling in my stomach as the weekend slipped away.

• Constant Anxiety: My heart racing every time my boss’s name popped up on my screen.

• Insomnia and Exhaustion: Nights spent replaying conversations, wondering how I’d messed up.

I wasn’t just burned out. I was unraveling.

When Survival Becomes the Only Goal

Work became a battlefield. My only mission? Get through the day unscathed. I stopped thinking about growth, creativity, or fulfillment. I just wanted to avoid the next explosion of criticism. My self-worth eroded, my passion vanished, and I was surviving on autopilot.

Every smile was fake. Every “I’m fine” was a lie.

But the worst part? I believed that I was the problem.

The Day I Chose Myself

One morning, as I sat at my desk, my hands trembling and my heart pounding, I asked myself: What if I walked away?

The thought was terrifying. Leaving meant risking everything—my paycheck, my security, my identity. But staying? Staying meant losing myself completely.

So I did it. I stood up, packed my things, and walked out. No fanfare. No applause. Just fear, relief, and a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, I was worth saving.

The Fallout and the Fear

Leaving wasn’t easy. The fear was real:

• How would I pay the bills?

• What if I never found another job?

• What if I was really the failure I feared I was?

But amidst the fear, something beautiful happened: I could breathe again. The noise of that toxic environment was gone, and in the silence, I started to hear my own voice.

The Road to Healing and Self-Worth

Healing didn’t happen overnight. It was messy, painful, and imperfect. But with therapy, self-reflection, and the unwavering support of my loved ones, I began to rebuild:

• I Learned to Set Boundaries: My mental health was non-negotiable.

• I Rediscovered My Passions: The creativity and joy that toxic work had buried came back to life.

• I Reclaimed My Self-Worth: I realized my value wasn’t tied to a job title or someone else’s opinion.

Walking away didn’t ruin me. It set me free.

To Anyone Stuck in a Toxic Workplace

If you’re reading this and feel trapped, I want you to know:

• You are not weak for feeling exhausted.

• You are not wrong for wanting to leave.

• You are not imagining the harm it’s causing you.

Walking away might be the hardest thing you ever do. But sometimes, the bravest act of self-love is letting go of what’s breaking you.

You deserve more than survival. You deserve freedom, healing, and the chance to reclaim yourself.

And trust me—on the other side of fear, there’s a life worth living.

Corey Welch

Mental Health Advocate | Author

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When Success Becomes Your Disguise

"You're doing so well!"

"I don't know how you manage everything!"

"You always seem to have it all together."

I hear these words often. They’re meant as compliments, little affirmations of my outward success. But sometimes, those words cut deeper than the sharpest blade. Because while the world sees a competent, successful, and high-achieving person, they don’t see the war raging inside.

This is the paradox of high-functioning mental illness. The better I appear, the harder I’m often struggling. The more I accomplish, the more my inner pain becomes invisible. And sometimes, invisibility is the most dangerous thing of all.

What Is High-Functioning Mental Illness?

High-functioning mental illness is a term used for those who maintain the semblance of a “normal” life despite living with mental health conditions like Bipolar Disorder, Major Depression, OCD, PTSD, or Anxiety Disorders. We hold down jobs, meet deadlines, care for families, and appear composed in social situations.

But behind the mask of productivity and success lies:

• Panic attacks during coffee breaks.

• Insomnia masked as “early riser energy.”

• Overthinking that we disguise as “attention to detail.”

• Depressive episodes hidden behind “I’m just tired.”

It’s a cruel irony: the more we keep up appearances, the less people believe we’re struggling.

The Burden of the Mask

Living with high-functioning mental illness feels like performing on stage every day. The mask is your best tool, but it’s also your heaviest burden. You smile, you excel, you achieve — and then collapse when no one’s watching.

There are times when:

• Perfectionism drives you to the brink of burnout, but you call it “commitment.”

• Anxiety paralyzes you at night, but by morning, you’re answering emails like nothing happened.

• Depression whispers that you’re worthless, even while you’re receiving praise from others.

And the hardest part? The fear that if you let the mask slip, everything — your career, relationships, stability — might fall apart.

"You Don’t Seem Sick"

The phrase “you don’t seem sick” haunts those of us with high-functioning mental illness. Because we don’t seem sick. Our lives are curated to avoid suspicion. We become experts at compartmentalizing, minimizing, and deflecting.

But inside, we know the truth. We know that:

• Holding it together is exhausting.

• Success doesn’t quiet the self-doubt.

• Being seen as “strong” can make it harder to ask for help.

And when someone says, “You seem fine,” it reinforces the fear that if we do ask for help, we won’t be believed.

The Isolation of Being "Okay"

There’s a profound loneliness in being seen as high-functioning. You’re surrounded by people who admire your strength, but few who understand your struggle. You might even doubt yourself: “If I can function this well, is my pain even real?”

Yes. Your pain is real. Just because you’re functioning doesn’t mean you’re not suffering. Success doesn’t erase struggle. Competence doesn’t cancel out pain.

Sometimes, the strongest people are the ones carrying the heaviest burdens.

Breaking the Cycle of Silence

So, how do we cope? How do we break free from the mask without losing ourselves?

1. Acknowledge Your Reality:

You can be successful and struggling. These two truths can coexist. Your pain is valid, no matter how well you’re functioning.

2. Let Someone See Behind the Mask:

Share your truth with a trusted friend, therapist, or support group. Letting someone witness the struggle behind the success can be liberating.

3. Redefine Strength:

Strength isn’t just holding it together; it’s also knowing when to let go. Asking for help doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.

4. Practice Self-Compassion:

Treat yourself with the kindness you’d offer a friend. You’re not “failing” when you struggle — you’re surviving.

You Are More Than Your Mask

High-functioning mental illness can feel like living in two worlds: the world everyone sees and the world you fight through alone. But remember, you are more than your achievements, more than your mask. You are a whole person, worthy of support and understanding — even when you seem “fine.”

If you’re reading this and it resonates, know that you are not alone. Behind every mask is a human heart, doing its best to beat despite the weight.

And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let the mask slip and say, “I’m struggling, and that’s okay.”

“Sometimes, the brightest smiles hide the deepest wounds, and the most successful masks cover the most fragile souls.”

Corey Welch

Mental Health Advocate | Author

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So many new things happening as of late.

Humera helped not a bit. The first month and a half felt great and it reminded me the good of being human. Five months later and my rheumatologist put me on a new medicine called Enbrel(amongst my 55 other meds I take for my many conditions).

I took my first dose on Sunday but I feel as bad as if I wasn't taking any meds whatsoever.

Years ago my EDS meant I had to learn to walk more carefully so I didn't dislocate my joints hundreds of times a day and using my tendons wrong, bruising them left and right. Now I have to relearn and the pain is simply horrific.

And my whole digestive system is a mess of course. Swallowing ten times just to get one bite down really takes any good out of food. Constant nausea and vomiting doesn't improve anything whatsoever.

And a hundred more symptoms of misery makes my huge mountain of existing even heavier.

Yeah I am blessed in many things but health or ease of existing are most definitely not on any of the lists.
Only a very cursed body that does work hard to try to do its best in aiding me, poor thing. Thankful for the small bit of good it tries to do while also wishing I could trade bodies with a healthy person for at least one day.

If only!😕🫤😔

Alas, I wait still for my new meds to start working with fingers crossed and tears streaming down.
Thank heaven that I at least have a few doctors that are trying!
Such a long 29 years of devastating suspense!!!

May the holidays bring the light and hope you deserve this season. And if not, may these Christmas lights on my family's tree lift your soul for even a small bit of time ✨️✨️✨️

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I used to think healing meant fixing myself—like I was a broken appliance missing the right part. But mental health doesn’t work that way. It’s not a linear process or a problem you can solve once and be done with. Healing is a daily practice, a commitment to showing up for yourself even when it feels impossible.

Through my journey with ADHD, OCD, PTSD, Bipolar I, BPD, insomnia, an eating disorder, and Major Depressive Disorder, I’ve searched for tools that actually help. I’ve tried medications, therapies, alternative treatments, and countless strategies. Some didn’t work. But some did, and those are the techniques I’m sharing with you today.

This is your Mental Health Survival Toolkit—a collection of practical, proven strategies grounded in real experience. Whether you’re navigating anxiety, battling depression, or managing multiple diagnoses, these tools can help you breathe, reset, and find your way forward.

1. Mindfulness: The Anchor for a Whirlwind Mind

When your thoughts feel like a relentless storm, mindfulness can be the anchor that steadies you. It’s not about achieving perfect calm. It’s about being aware of the present moment—right here, right now.

Try This: The 5-4-3-2-1 Grounding Technique

1. 5 Things You Can See: Look around and notice details—the pattern on your shirt, a shadow on the wall, the way light falls through the window.

2. 4 Things You Can Touch: Feel your feet on the floor, the texture of your chair, the warmth of your hands.

3. 3 Things You Can Hear: The hum of a fridge, distant traffic, your own breathing.

4. 2 Things You Can Smell: Coffee, soap, the faint scent of the air.

5. 1 Thing You Can Taste: A mint, your last meal, or just the taste of your own mouth.

This exercise is like a mental reset button, pulling you out of your head and back into your body. When the storm threatens to sweep you away, let this be your anchor.

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2. Deep Breathing: Your Reset Button for Anxiety

When anxiety hijacks your body, your heart races, your chest tightens, and your mind spins out of control. Deep breathing is a message to your nervous system: You’re safe now. It’s okay to stand down.

Try This: Box Breathing Technique

1. Inhale slowly through your nose for a count of four.

2. Hold your breath for four counts.

3. Exhale slowly through your mouth for four counts.

4. Hold for another four counts.

5. Repeat for 4-5 minutes.

This simple practice slows your heart rate, clears your mind, and helps you reclaim control. It’s used by Navy SEALs for a reason: it works.

3. Journaling: Releasing the Pressure Valve

Sometimes your mind feels like a pressure cooker, thoughts swirling and building until you can’t take it anymore. Journaling lets you release that steam.

Try This: The ‘Brain Dump’ Method

• Set a timer for 10 minutes.

• Write everything that comes to mind. No filtering, no worrying about grammar. Just let it out.

• When the timer goes off, take a deep breath, close the journal, and let it be. No need to analyze or solve anything.

Some days the words flow; other days, the page stays blank. That’s okay. The act of writing is the therapy.

4. Movement: Shift Your Body, Shift Your Mind

When you’re stuck in mental fog or emotional quicksand, moving your body can be the catalyst for change. Exercise isn’t just about fitness—it’s about releasing tension, processing emotions, and reminding yourself that you’re alive.

Find Your Movement

• Walk: A simple walk outside can clear your mind and offer a new perspective.

• Stretch or Do Yoga: Gentle movements can help release tension stored in your body.

• Dance: Put on your favorite song and let yourself move, even if it’s just for one track.

You don’t need marathons or gym memberships. Small, consistent movements are enough to shift your energy.

5. Talk Therapy: Letting Your Story Be Heard and Held

Therapy saved my life. Speaking the unspeakable took the weight off my chest. Whether it’s Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT), or just a safe space to talk, therapy offers connection and clarity.

Tips for Finding the Right Therapist

• Don’t be afraid to “shop around” until you find someone who fits.

• Ask for recommendations from trusted sources.

• Remember: A good therapist will challenge and support you in equal measure.

If therapy isn’t accessible, talking to a friend, a support group, or even writing letters to yourself can offer relief.

6. Thought Reframing: Rewrite the Script, Reclaim Your Power

Your thoughts shape your reality. Left unchecked, negative thoughts become self-fulfilling prophecies. Reframing those thoughts is like rewriting a script that no longer serves you.

Example

• Original Thought: “I’m a failure. I can’t do anything right.”

• Reframed Thought: “I’m struggling right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m a failure. I’ve overcome challenges before, and I can do it again.”

Every time you challenge a negative thought, you weaken its hold. You’re not ignoring reality; you’re choosing a perspective that empowers you.

7. Hydration and Nutrition: Small Acts of Self-Care

In the depths of a mental health struggle, the basics often fall apart. Drinking water, eating a meal, or even brushing your teeth can feel monumental. But these small acts of care build a foundation for healing.

Quick Tips

• Keep a water bottle nearby and take small sips throughout the day.

• If cooking feels overwhelming, aim for one nutritious meal.

• Remember: Self-care doesn’t have to be a grand gesture. Sometimes, it’s as simple as eating an apple or drinking a glass of water.

Final Thoughts: Your Healing Journey, Your Toolkit

Healing isn’t about becoming “fixed.” It’s about learning to work with yourself instead of against yourself. Some days, one technique will work better than another—and that’s okay. The goal isn’t perfection; it’s progress.

Every time you use a tool from this toolkit, you’re affirming: I matter. My mental health matters. And that’s a powerful thing.

Share Your Tools: Let’s Build This Toolkit Together

I’d love to hear from you. What therapeutic techniques have helped you on your journey? What’s in your survival toolkit? Share in the comments below, because when we share, we remind each other of one essential truth:

We are not alone.

Together, we’re building resilience, one tool at a time.

Corey Welch

Author | Mental Health Advocate

“Every step forward is proof that the darkness didn’t win.”

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You know that feeling when you invite a few friends over for a relaxed evening, but somehow the entire neighborhood shows up, and suddenly your house is a disaster zone? Yeah, that’s my brain most days. But instead of friends enjoying wine and charcuterie, these guests are my mental health diagnoses — and trust me, they’re the worst dinner party guests.

I didn’t invite them, but here they are, barging in unannounced, throwing my emotions into chaos, and eating all my metaphorical snacks. Let’s meet these uninvited guests, shall we? Maybe you’ll recognize a few of your own.

Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD): The Emotional Drama Queen

BPD is the guest who brings passion and chaos in equal measure. One minute, they’re declaring their undying love for everyone at the table; the next, they’re flipping the table because someone forgot to compliment their casserole.

Life with BPD feels like starring in a soap opera — intense emotions, high stakes, and zero commercial breaks. It’s exhausting, but at least it’s never boring.

Depression: The Shadow That Steals the Light

Depression doesn’t burst through the door with grand gestures. No, they slip in quietly, dimming the lights and making everything feel heavier. Suddenly, even getting off the couch feels like running a marathon through quicksand.

They’re the guest who lingers after everyone else leaves, whispering, “Why bother cleaning up? It’s all pointless anyway.” But I’ve learned to fight back with small victories — washing a single dish, opening the blinds. Depression hates sunlight. Pro tip: let the light in.

Anxiety: The Over-Caffeinated Event Planner

Anxiety means well, but their frantic energy is contagious. They’re pacing the room, triple-checking the seating chart, and asking, “What if no one has a good time? What if everything goes wrong?”

Living with anxiety is like being at a party where the DJ only plays alarms, and your drink is spiked with pure adrenaline. I’ve found that deep breaths and grounding exercises can quiet their endless chatter. Sometimes, you have to say, “It’s okay. We’ve got this.”

Bipolar Disorder: The Relentless Roller Coaster Enthusiast

Bipolar Disorder is the guest who starts the night dancing on the furniture, only to end up sulking in the corner an hour later. One moment, they’re the life of the party; the next, they’re shutting off the music and telling everyone to leave.

It’s unpredictable and exhausting, but I’ve learned to keep grounding tools handy — a solid routine and trusted friends help me ride the highs and lows. Life with Bipolar isn’t boring, that’s for sure.

ADHD: The Chaotic Energy Generator

ADHD is the guest who can’t decide if we’re baking cookies, playing board games, or starting a dance-off. They leave half-finished projects everywhere, turning the evening into a whirlwind of distractions.

But ADHD also brings creativity and spontaneity. When I can harness their energy, magic happens. The key is balance — channeling their enthusiasm without letting it derail the whole party.

PTSD: The Hyper-Alert Guard

PTSD is the guest who stands by the exits, constantly scanning for danger. They flinch at loud noises, tense up at surprises, and never fully relax.

Their hypervigilance is exhausting, but I remind myself they’re just trying to keep me safe. Grounding techniques and therapy help reassure them that, in this moment, everything is okay.

OCD: The Perfectionist with the Clipboard

OCD is obsessively wiping down counters, aligning coasters with the table’s edge, and insisting the napkins are folded just right. Their need for order can be relentless — and sometimes helpful — but it can also take over.

I’ve learned to remind them that it’s okay if life gets a little messy. Perfection isn’t always necessary.

Insomnia: The Guest Who Won’t Leave

Insomnia is the night owl who insists on telling stories at 3 a.m. when all I want to do is sleep. Thanks to them, I know every late-night infomercial and the exact sound of my ceiling fan.

I’ve started setting boundaries — no phones in bed, calming routines, and, when all else fails, writing down their ramblings to clear my mind.

The Lesson of the Party

Here’s the thing: these houseguests aren’t leaving anytime soon. I used to fight them, resent them, and try to evict them from my mind. But I’ve learned the key isn’t to get rid of them — it’s learning to host them without losing myself.

Some days, that means setting boundaries. Other days, it’s finding humor in the chaos. But every day, it’s about remembering that I’m more than the sum of these diagnoses. I’m not just the host of this wild party — I’m the one calling the shots.

Why Share This Party?

Because chances are, you’ve got a few houseguests of your own. Maybe they’re different from mine, but the chaos, the noise, and the moments of feeling overwhelmed? That’s universal.

Talking about mental health helps break the stigma. It reminds us we’re not alone in this messy, beautiful journey. So here’s to embracing the party — even when it gets a little loud.

Let’s Talk:

What houseguests live in your head? How do you keep them in check? Drop a comment below — I’d love to hear your story. This is one party where everyone’s invited.

Corey Welch

Author, Mental Health Advocate

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“Healing isn’t about erasing the darkness—it’s about learning to carry the light alongside it.”

My name is Corey Welch, and for much of my life, my mind has felt like a battlefield. Diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Bipolar I Disorder, PTSD, OCD, ADHD, Insomnia, Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), and Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), I often felt trapped in a storm I couldn’t control—a relentless cycle of emotional highs and lows that seemed to define me.

For years, I carried these diagnoses like invisible chains, believing they made me broken. But what I’ve learned is that the darkness, while overwhelming, doesn’t have to define us. This is my story of finding hope amidst the chaos and learning to rebuild a life worth living.

The Day Everything Felt Like Too Much

I remember the moment I hit my breaking point. It wasn’t dramatic—it wasn’t a screaming match or a scene out of a movie. It was quiet. I was sitting in my car, staring at the steering wheel, feeling like the weight of my mind might crush me. My thoughts whispered things I didn’t want to believe: You’re too much. You’re not enough. Maybe everyone would be better off without you.

And yet, even in that silence, something else emerged—a small, stubborn voice. It wasn’t loud, but it was insistent: Not yet. Just take one more breath.

That voice saved me.

Taking that breath didn’t change my life overnight. It didn’t erase the darkness or magically make things easier. But it gave me the strength to take the first step. And that step was asking for help.

The Healing Process: Learning to Untangle the Storm

Therapy became my anchor. I walked into my first session carrying years of pain, guilt, and confusion, and for the first time, I began to unpack it all. My therapist’s voice was calm and steady as she said, “ You are not broken. You’re human, and humans heal. ”

One defining moment happened during a therapy session when I was asked to write a letter to the version of myself I felt most ashamed of—the Corey who had made mistakes, hurt others, and let people down. I wrote the words through tears, feeling the weight of years of self-loathing pour out onto the page.

When I finished, I read the letter aloud. My voice cracked with every sentence:

“ I’m sorry for expecting you to be perfect. I’m sorry for hating you when you were only trying to survive. I forgive you.”

That moment didn’t erase the shame, but it cracked the door open to self-compassion. It was the first time I’d extended grace to myself, and it changed how I began to see my worth.

The People Who Saved Me

Healing didn’t happen in isolation. My wife, Kristin, became my lifeline in ways I can’t fully put into words. One night, after I’d hit another emotional low, she sat beside me, holding my hand as I struggled to put my feelings into words.

“ I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” I told her, my voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t say, “ It’s going to be okay ” or “ You’re fine. ” Instead, she said, “ I’m here, and we’ll figure it out together. ” Those words became my anchor. She didn’t offer false promises or empty platitudes—she offered presence, and that was enough.

And then there were my daughters. Watching their laughter and boundless energy became my reason to keep going. One night, as I tucked my four-year-old into bed, she looked up at me and said, “ Daddy, are you happy today? ”

The simplicity of her question broke me and healed me at the same time. I realized that while I couldn’t always answer “yes,” I was working toward a life where I could.

What I’ve Learned Along the Way

If you’re in the middle of your own battle, here are a few things I’ve learned that might help:

1. Healing Isn’t Linear.

Some days, you’ll feel like you’re making progress. Other days, it’ll feel like you’ve taken ten steps back. Both are part of the journey.

2. You Are Not Your Diagnoses.

They are part of your story, but they do not define you. You are more than the labels you carry.

3. It’s Okay to Ask for Help.

Therapy, medication, support groups—they’re tools, not signs of failure. Strength is asking for help when you need it.

4. Celebrate the Small Wins.

Sometimes, the smallest victories—like getting out of bed or laughing at a joke—are the ones that matter most.

Turning Pain Into Purpose

Today, I’m not “cured.” There are still hard days, moments when the storm creeps back in. But I’ve learned to weather it, to hold space for both the light and the dark.

Writing became a way to process my journey—a way to make sense of the chaos. It’s why I share my story now, not because I have all the answers, but because I want others to know they’re not alone.

If you’re struggling, I hope my story reminds you that even in the darkest moments, there’s light to be found. It’s not always easy to see, but it’s there, waiting for you to reach for it.

A Message to Anyone Fighting Their Own Battle

Take one more breath. Then another. Keep taking them until you can take the next step. And when you’re ready, reach out. Let someone hold the weight with you.

You are not too much. You are not broken. You are worthy of healing, of love, and of hope.

"The weight of the shadows may press hard, but even the heaviest storms must yield to light. Hold on—there’s always a crack where hope begins to shine through."

With gratitude and light,

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