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”
Some people collect stamps. Others collect dolls or figurines or Beanie Babies (hello, 1995). Apparently, I like collecting things too, because it seems that I have begun collecting phobias. Continue reading “Tokophobia, The Church, and Me”
When I was a kid and first began experiencing severe anxiety, my dad would tell me the same words over and over again: “Do it afraid.” Continue reading “Do It Afraid”
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.
Continue reading “Regression For Everyone!”
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.
Continue reading “What You’ve Done”
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?”
About two months ago (I think) I wrote a post about trying out anti-anxiety medication. My doctor gave me the most basic, least-likely-t0-react-to meds, and put me on the lowest dose. I refused to take them. So many times I thought I was going to, but then I didn’t. Well guess what, yesterday, I finally did it. I took the stupid pill. Continue reading “I Am NOT Fine.”
I have regressed. In some ways, it is comforting, dealing with a well-known anxiety. But in other ways, it is extremely frustrating. My emetophobia is back full force. It seemed to come completely out of nowhere, last Tuesday night. But now I realize, nope, it had a trigger. And that trigger was my new puppy. Continue reading “Regression”
I don’t write about my emetophobia as often as a used to. I mean, I guess that’s a good thing because it is not as prevalent in my life as it used to be. Still, it’s not gone. Still, it sometimes disrupts my life and makes simple things oh so difficult. Continue reading “Emetophobia Update: March 13/16”
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”