Anxiety made sense to me. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, and no panic attack, fear, or paranoid thought ever came as a surprise. I understood it and could call it by name: I had GAD, emetophobia, and panic attacks. I knew I would feel scared and stressed – and I was used to that. But then depression came along and confused the crap out of me. Continue reading “My Paradoxical Brain”
I had a bad day today. I often blog after the fact; after the pain has ended and I can see the whole thing was never a big deal to begin with. Right now, I still feel a little sad. Right now, I still feel a little anxious. Right now, I still feel a little depressed. Continue reading “I Had a Bad Day (Or: anxiety and depression are the worst friends ever)”
So, a million years ago (a.k.a. two years ago, even though it did feel like forever ago), I wrote this post. That post was about dropping a statistics course (a required statistics course) because I couldn’t handle it.
My anxiety was just too bad, apparently. Well guess what, Past Lauren?! Not only are you anxious AND depressed now – you’re taking statistics all over again. And this time, you can’t drop it. Continue reading “Past Lauren: I’m So Mad At You Right Now.”