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The Best Brain Possible With Debbie Hampton

Information and Inspiration For Anyone With a Brain


Surviving The Storm Of Depression

Over the years, depression crept up on me, little by little. It was as if I was lugging around a sack of rocks, and all too often, life handed me another boulder to add to my load. My first week at college, I was raped. Here’s a rock. As a young wife, I had two[...]

The Top Best Brain Posts Of 2016

Serotonin’s Role in Depression (and how to make more) Serotonin is a neurochemical that does so many different things in your body that it’s really tough to nail down its function precisely. Your brain’s prefrontal cortex, which primarily controls your personality and executive functioning, relies heavily on serotonin. Many studies have found higher levels of[...]

It May Not Look Anything Like The Life You Planned, But It Can Still Be Good

For my first three decades on this Earth, life went pretty much according to plan. As I achieved major milestones, I smugly checked things off the “how-life-should-be” list in my head. After attending college together, my high school sweetheart and I married and drove half-way across the U.S. with all of our possessions in an 18-foot[...]

The Making Of A Suicide

The following is an excerpt from Sex, Suicide and Serotonin: How These Things Almost Killed and Healed Me: I knew that I was going to have to get drunk to take my life. Even though it was only a little after 10:00 a.m., I started swigging my favorite cheap Shiraz right out of the bottle.[...]

When You’ve Hit Rock Bottom, There’s Nowhere To Go But Up

No one gets out of this life unscathed. We all have a tragic story – or five or way too many – to tell.  Unfortunately, enduring the loss of a child, surviving a bout with cancer, going through a messy divorce, or being the victim of violent crime are all too common. When trying times do[...]

10 Things You Need To Know About Suicide From A Survivor

I’ve attempted suicide three times. The first time I was a junior in high school. After a break up with my boyfriend, which was huge in my teenage world, I swallowed a bottle of aspirin, had my stomach pumped in the ER, and cheered at a football game later that night. Fast forward two decades.[...]