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.
Continue reading “My Worst Fears Reimagined As Movie Posters”
Yes, the unthinkable happened to me about a week ago. The biggest fear. It happened. It’s over. Now what? Continue reading “It Happened, It’s Over…Now What?”
I have been extra exhausted lately. Is it school? Is it work? Is it the fact that it gets dark by 5:00 pm? Well, maybe a little bit has to do with that. But I think the real reason is something much bigger, and something much more difficult to deal with; I attend my husband’s funeral daily. Continue reading “The Daily Funeral”
I used to be really, super, insanely embarrassed of my emetophobia. I didn’t tell anyone. One friend knew. My family knew. But I didn’t talk about it to anyone other than parents. For some reason, this phobia seemed worse than my other anxieties. I think it was because I didn’t know how to explain it. Continue reading “What it’s Like Having Emetophobia”
Before I got engaged and a little bit after, I read a lot of newly wed blog posts. I read them in hopes that I would feel a bit more normal. I read them because I was nervous. I read them because I was having some major doubts and commitment issues. Continue reading “Love at Sixth Sight”
On Saturday, I married my best friend. And I was surprisingly calm all the days leading up to the wedding…except for the night before. And you know what, it wasn’t even because of pre-wedding anxiety (although, yes, I did experience some of those normal nerves before the big day). No, it was my stupid emetophobia. Continue reading “So…I Got Married”
I’m not a huge fan of self-promotion, and I definitely did not create this blog to self-promote (I had nothing to promote two years ago when I started this!) But now, I have a published book! And I would love it if you guys could check it out and support me.
I wrote this book as a requirement for a university class, and now it’s become my baby. It’s actually a collection of fourteen short stories I have written over the years while in my writing program. I also know I’ve tried to remain anonymous on this blog, but now that’s going to be impossible as I share this book with you. That’s okay. I’m not ashamed of my anxiety or of anything else I’ve written about on here.
Don’t Stop Now: A Collection Of Short Stories is creative non-fiction writing, and follows my character from childhood until a few months ago as I struggle with and try to overcome my various anxiety issues. I decided to focus on my anxiety as the main theme because, as I’m sure you know, I am SO open about mental health problems and I want it to be talked about, I want people to realize that this is not something to be ashamed of – and it’s okay to be honest about it. I have struggled with anxiety for as long as I can remember. Writing about it is therapeutic for me.
Anyway, if you are interested, you can order a copy:
Here from Amazon
Or from CreateSpace
I think I am pretty honest and open about the struggles that come with mental health disorders. Yeah, I often write about my accomplishments, but I’ve also tried hard to write about my failures and about the times when anxiety won. Today, I want to take an honest, in-depth look at how anxiety manifests itself. I want to show you how ugly it can be. Continue reading “An Honest Look at Anxiety”
A year ago, I found out I had a cavity. I was cavity-free for twenty-two years. All of a sudden, the horrors of having to get a filling were all too real. During my last check-up/cleaning in January, my dentist (who also happens to be a family friend) informed me that it was time to fill the cavity. The horror. Continue reading “The Bravest Twenty-Two Year Old at the Dentist”
Not really though. Not now at least. But sometimes I am. I have had a problem with anger, sometimes to the point of rage, since…forever. I remember being around ten years old, flying into such a rage that I couldn’t remember what I had said or done. That’s scary. Yesterday, I visited F’s church. His dad is a pastor. He preached on anger. You know how sometimes you go to a service and feel like the sermon was made just for you? Yeah…that’s how I felt yesterday. Continue reading “I’m So Angry!”