Journalists are taught to keep themselves out of the story. But when I was rushed to the hospital on May 12 with a possible heart attack, I became part of the story of a hidden mental health problem for LGBTQ people: grief.
May is Mental Health Awareness Month. And while there has been some lip-service paid to that designation, there has been little national or community outreach about it.
What little discourse there is has centered on the most common mental illnesses — depression and anxiety. But how about grief and its impact on our psyches?
What does it mean to be in a community constantly dealing with the grief of losses tied inextricably to our status as LGBTQ people coping with attacks on our personhood from legislators, the Republican party and sometimes, our own families?