Three weeks ago, we moved into our new home. Overall, the process was surprisingly easy for me. I usually hate change – even good change, but this was a much-needed change, and I embraced it the best I could. I already feel like my home is, well, home. I’ve adjusted far better than I thought I would, and yet, here we are. Two weeks of panic. All because of a rash. Continue reading “The Rash: Dealing With Two Weeks Of Panic”
Three years ago I thought I was going through the most stressful time of my life. I thought I would barely make it through March. I wanted to quit school and skip town. I wanted the year to be over with. I wanted to “fast forward” to the future.
Continue reading “Three Years Ago; One Week From Now”
Do you ever have those moments when you know, logically, that you are acting/thinking really irrationally? But you still can’t stop. You still can’t get that thought out of your head? If you have health anxiety/hypochondria or other forms of anxiety, you probably know what I mean. Let me share with you the incident of two weeks ago. Continue reading “Girl vs Bush: An Illustrated Incident”
If someone asked me right now how I was doing, I wouldn’t be able to answer that question. “I don’t know,” I would have to reply. I’m feeling…weird. I have had no energy to put into blogging lately. My anxiety levels have been…also weird. I just don’t know what’s doing on with me right now. Continue reading “I Don’t Know.”
So, I haven’t blogged in over a week and honestly, I still don’t know what to write about. But I realize that if I don’t stay somewhat consistent, I’ll probably go months without writing anything at all. So here it is, another life update. Continue reading “Life Update: April 23, 2016”
I have a lot of anxiety problems…I’m sure you know that by now. Sometimes, I like to make light of it while also showing what it feels like (to me). These are my main anxiety problems. Drawn just for you. Crappily. On Microsoft Paint. Continue reading “My 3 Types of Anxiety…(Illustrated on Microsoft Paint)”
The past few days, I feel as though I have given up the fight. It happens every once and a while. I just stop fighting the anxiety. I let it completely take over. I start wallowing in self-pity, self-loathing and dirty clothes (because I can’t be bothered to clean my room). It happens for different reasons every time. This time, it was because I convinced myself I had “postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome“…yeah… Continue reading “Fight”