2 years ago I did the thing I hated the absolute most - run. And even more I hated the cold. So of course combining the 2 things seemed like the best idea. I picked up some expensive winter running shoes, a warm toque and gloves, layered up and started winter running.

Do not read this post if you’re offended by adult temper-tantrums…

I never spoke to him again, because I remembered he raped me. But there was nothing I could do about it. I didn’t remember in time to get a kit. I was drunk, so it would end up being his word against mine. I knew how that would go in Tennessee. There was nothing I could do. That’s the worst part. I couldn’t, I can’t do anything. He will never get justice for what he did to me.

I just made my friends last October and now as graduation nears, many of them are leaving. It is sad because it reminds me how temporary life is, nothing is ever truly permanent. I worry that next year, my senior year at UF, won’t be as enjoyable without the people graduating in a couple of weeks. I try to stay hopeful and I am, I just hope I don’t have to make a whole new set of friends. It was hard enough making these haha!

“I knew and Penny knew getting into this relationship that with both of us having terminal lung cancer it was going to be hard,” Stranathan told Towns Correspondent Melody Karpinski that year. “No matter how long you have, you have to live every minute and enjoy it. That’s what Penny and I do”

My story is not about answering the phone when I was three months pregnant with my third daughter. Or hearing the ominous words, “You need to come right in.” Somewhere in there I heard the word “cancer”.

This isn't a feel-good story. Rather, an opportunity to get my anger and tears out. I am gay. That part I've accepted, and proud of! But guess what. My parents aren't so accepting.

When I had my first cup of tea that’s when I knew tea was going to become my life. I became so infused that I reasearched any and everything there is to know about tea.My aim is to give tea to as many people as I possibly can in hopes of providing comfort throughout the world.

My story is a little different from most here. I am not a survivor, that is, my own body did not endure the assault of cancer to it directly. The cancer that I survived was my son’s burden.

I got engaged on Valentine’s Day and had my mammogram the next day. They kept me there for hours and I knew that wasn’t normal. I already had 18 year old implants and assumed one was just deflating. As if parking in the wrong parking garage and visiting 2 wrong buildings beforehand wasn’t enough! Survivors say “you just know” and I knew. A few days and biopsies later it was confirmed.

I’m a 23-year breast cancer survivor, retired Texan, high school teacher, wife, mother of 2 wonderful adult kids and Nana to two precious grandchildren. I am also the Founder of Breast Cancer Initiative East Africa (BCIEA) Inc.

A question has been bothering me lately, and the question is "When is it your mental health and when are you simply being an asshole". It feels controversial but speaking from experience -- I have lived with mental health issues for years, with diagnosis ranging from schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, anxiety, depression, just an anger issue... Never really receiving the same diagnosis twice.

Sunday nights are the hardest, I think. It is the night that the wave of everything from the week before crashes into me.

Are you surprised that I’m bringing up sex? I don’t care. The struggle is REAL and I’m gonna tell you all about it! Alright look, sex is a major part of the college experience.

I am a non-traditional student, I am a US Army veteran, I am a wife, and I am a mother. I am currently a senior at MTSU studying Photography…

The grief, the disbelief, the physical and emotional pain that followed is like nothing I have ever experienced.

I just knew I had leukemia. Like a shouting child insistent on his way, my secret disease seemed to scream in my face, “Told you!”Shaking my head in frustration, I attempted to dislodge the thought. I was nineteen years old. I couldn’t have cancer.

For one of my classes, I was asked how to avoid the dreaded Freshmen 15….

My therapist and psychiatrist were not available. I have not kept up with all of the medications that I was put on while I was a student but I was probably put on as many medications and my five years of being a student as probably what other people would have been put on in their life.

As more and more rejection letters came in the mail, my already defeated mind kept sinking lower and lower. I felt trapped, depressed.