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Weekly Round-up: February 25, 2018

February 25, 2018

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Mental health news & views
that caught my attention this week:

Self-compassion may protect perfectionists from depression | via @MNT_AnaSandoiu @mnt

How to Cultivate More Self-Compassion | via @PsychToday

Is mental health stigma lessening? Canadians opening up more than ever, survey suggests | @globalnews

Global Voices: Tackling suicide starts with changing language | via @timescolonist

Dear Congress: If Mental Illness Causes Mass Shootings, Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is | via @TheMightySite

Stop blaming violence on mental illness — it's a dangerous assumption | via @thehill

It's official: antidepressants are not snake oil or a conspiracy – they work | via @guardian

A Vital Part of Successfully Managing Bipolar Disorder | via @PsychCentral

Podcast: The Challenges of Returning to Work After Mental Illness | via @PsychCentral

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