Emetophobia is my default. When everything else is okay, when I’m not particularly worried about a certain mole or dull pain, when depression slips away…emetophobia is always there. Continue reading “Too Tired To Fight – Emetophobia Update”
You ever hear a song that really hits you? It might not even have anything to do with what you’re feeling, but you hang onto a lyric or two and you feel like it was written just for you? That’s how I feel about these lyrics from Wolves by Big Wreck. Which, by the way, is an awesome song. If you haven’t heard the song before, check it out below.
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”
If you read my last post, you’ll know that I’ve been having a bit of trouble with my emetophobia the past few days. My stomach has been more upset than usual – which means my anxiety has also been more than usual. On top of that, I started back at school only a week ago, and of course, change hates me. And I hate it. So I haven’t been having a great time the past little while. Continue reading “I Went To Class”
So today I feel as though I made some progress. A lot of my posts have been about my emetophobia lately because it’s been really, really bad. The past 5 years my emetophobia has been there, but it hasn’t been HORRIBLY bad. Well, the past few months it has basically stopped me from living. At least, living normally. But today, I think I made some progress. Continue reading “Making Progress? Maybe.”
Sometimes taking tiny steps still feel like huge accomplishments.
I have had a hard year with my anxiety. A lot of things have gone on in my life that have contributed to it. All in all it’s just been a tough year. Because of that I’ve sort of lost sight of a few things and have given into my anxiety way more than I used to.
It came to the point where I no longer wanted to go out with my friends – not because I didn’t want to see them, but because I was terrified that if I went out, I would (for whatever reason) get sick to my stomach and get sick in front of them. This is always a fear I have, but it hasn’t stopped me from living my normal life in a very long time. Not again until this year.
Continue reading “Small Accomplishments”