Ah, good ol’ emetophobia – just when I think I’ve (mostly) recovered, you come back into my life! Thanks, emetophobia, you’ve been more loyal than anyone else! Thanks, emetophobia, you’ve always helped me lose weight! Thanks, emetophobia, keeping me up late at night so I can be more productive. What a great friend you are. Read More
Sometimes, it’s good to make fun of yourself. When it comes to my anxiety disorders, I do this pretty often. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be able to function.
I’ve reimagined a few of my biggest fears as movies. It’s okay. You can laugh at me. Or with me I guess, because I’m laughing too.
I rarely swear on my blog, and although I categorize “shit” in the almost-not-a-swear-but-still-offends-some-people category, I understand many are offended by the word. If you are, I would kindly ask that you continue reading and instead, feel offended by what I’m about to show you instead.
When I was a kid, I was terrified of lying. I never lied to my parents, at least not on purpose. Sometimes, I would “accidentally” lie (i.e. forget a bit of information from a story). As soon as I remembered whatever it was I forgot, I would then freak out and apologize for “lying.” But now, I’ve realized, I lie all the time. Read More
I’ve been having a hard time blogging lately (what a surprise! Not like you’ve ever heard that before). The problem is, I feel like I have so many ideas floating around my head, I just can’t seem to think of anything concise enough to actually write about it. So instead, I’m just gonna write about a bunch of stuff. Read More
So, I was going to blog about the fact that for the first time in fourteen years – yes, years – I actually threw up (literally my worst fear)…but I don’t really want to go down that path and relive the horror today. So instead, I’m ranting about something that has been said probably a million times already but I don’t care. It’s happening. Read More
[This is the removed post, that is now reposted at a more appropriate time]
About a month ago, my husband and I went on vacation with my parents and my brother. It was the first time I left my puppy in the care of someone else (thankfully, it was my aunt and uncle so that helped ease the anxiety). I was so sure that something would happen to him while we were away. Of course, that was just my pessimism shining through – but the fact remains, I was actually right. Read More
I’ve never removed a just-written post before because I do my best to keep my posts civil and non-offensive, so I haven’t seen a reason to.
Today I wrote a post called “Eye Infections.” I was basically just ranting about why my dog’s recurring eye infections, annoying phone issues, and current health issues were frustrating me and how I missed church because I couldn’t stop crying.
Honestly, a pretty typical post for me lately.
Any other day, I wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving that post up.
A few minutes after I posted that rant, I saw a link titled “NYU Student’s 9/11 Video From Her Dorm Room Is Just Now Going Viral…Almost 15 Years Later.” I opened it up. I remembered what day it was.
I essentially cried through that whole video clip. That is a real reason to cry. Not eye infections or shady use phone stores.
I don’t like to downplay people’s emotions. Just because something tragic happened doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel sad when you fail or test or when your cat dies or when a date gets cancelled.
But today is not the day to rant about my stupid phone or sick dog.
Though I’m Canadian, and 9/11 happened when I was just 9 years old, it affected me more than a lot of things. I can’t imagine the people who were actually there, or lost loved ones on that day.
Here is the video I watched for anyone who can’t access the first link.