💻 📱and teenagers… 🙅 🙍

This is exactly what I’ve been stating lately…Thank you, dear JENNYMARIE4! 💛 💙 💜 💚

Peace from Panic

Yesterday a friend and I went for our weekly walk, and got on the conversation of mental health. It turned to the subject of Millennials and mental health.

I told her about my volunteer work with NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness). I’m a presenter for their in-school program, Ending the Silence, which raises awareness about mental illness to middle and high school students.

My friend shared how her son (I’ll call him Garrett), a junior in college, suffers from anxiety and depression. He’s received treatment and is doing well. Garrett and his mom had been talking about technology, and how social media is a constant presence and a huge pressure in the lives of young adults.

Garrett was in a class last semester, in which the professor was adamant about having the students put their cell phones away.  They asked him why.

The professor said the best way…

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Inspiration from a Second-Grade Classroom… 👦 👧

Originally posted on Peace from Panic: Earlier this week my daughter Mackenzie sent an email to our family, with the subject line “Inspiration.” It was Monday, and I needed some inspiration so I couldn’t wait to see what she had to say. Inside her email was a link to an article from Adweek. The reporter…

via Inspiration from a Second-Grade Classroom — Dream Big, Dream Often

Thank you for this great hint of positive mindset, Dream Big, Dream Often and Peace from Panic💛 💙 💜 💚

“No arms, no legs, no worries” : THE lifetime lesson! 💖

   I watched this video on my friend’s FB timeline a while ago and I couldn’t resist not sharing it with you…

  cover1 I have nothing to comment, I get totally speechless as  the video itself says everything! It  is one of the best  get-out-of-your-misery-and-pettish-world-to-be-grateful-and-fighting-for-life slap for each one of us.😊

  The first life slap of this kind for me, however, was when I was a High School student. My mum had spent lots of money and time to make the really trendy and flamboyant skirt  I wanted but, when it was ready, I refused to wear it. My strict adolescent eyes insisted on seeing my buttocks too fat in that skirt. Continue reading