Welcome to my latest vent post. If you’re not up for some mid-twenties angst, you should probably just skip this one. Continue reading “5 Things People Should Just Stop Saying (to me and anyone else)”
You know how people always say that they would never change [insert generally negative aspect/characteristic/health issue] about themselves? Because that thing made them stronger or more empathetic or a better person in general? Yeah well as noble as that sentiment is, I would get rid of my anxiety disorders in a heartbeat. Continue reading “Burnt Fingers and Ruined Vacations”
I did a quick google search to see if “crippling nostalgia” made any sense. To my surprise, there were actually other people out there who not only felt the same way I do, but also used the words “crippling nostalgia” to describe it. I guess I’m not so witty after all. Continue reading “Crippling Nostalgia”
I really want to start off this post with, “So, I haven’t blogged in a while…”
…But I won’t (shhh, I know I already did). I am actually, unofficially, finished my undergrad. Yes, I somehow made it through. I honestly don’t know how, but I did it. Continue reading “So, I’m Done School.”
I have majorly regressed with my emetophobia.
And while it is both frustrating, it is also encouraging (I will explain that one in a bit). This post is not just about my emetophobia though, it’s also about my dog.
For the last THREE years I’ve tried to take this (required) course and dropped out every time. I took the first half of it three years ago and halfway through dropped it – meaning I lost all the money I put into that class.
Last year, I tried to take that class again so I could graduate in June 2016. I took it…and dropped it. Thankfully I dropped it BEFORE the drop date, so I got refunded.
This year I had no choice. It was the last class I needed to graduate, and, if I actually wanted to graduate I finally had to take it.
And I did.
And it was painful. And it was hard. And it caused me A LOT of anxiety. And I put more work into that class than any other class I’ve ever taken and still didn’t get great marks.
But it’s over. And I (think) I got a B! IT’S DONE!
I’M FINISHED STATS FOREVER!
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.
I haven’t written a lot of faith-related posts lately. Probably because my anxiety has been so prominent, I had a hard time writing about anything else. But, I’m really excited about something my husband and I started at our current church, I want to share it with you.
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.