anxiety
For the first time since I leaped screaming into the arms of social media, I find myself trying to figure out what to share and what stays quiet.
meds
It made me scared of medication, and I don’t want to be.
anxiety
I began the cycle again in September. I felt fat and ugly and then I wrote about feeling fat and ugly and then people on the Internet were like, it’s true, you are fat and ugly, so I decided to go on a diet. Then at the last minute, I opted out.
in

Jul 10, 2014 at 6:00pm | 54 comments

anxiety
That time I forgot my Prozac and then went to spend four days with my family.
in

Jul 3, 2014 at 5:00pm | 45 comments

anxiety
It occurs to me that I’m pining for a symptom. I never thought my anxiety helped me at all. Now, with it receding in this particular arena, I miss it. Becca was never late anywhere.
in

Jun 26, 2014 at 6:00pm | 68 comments

anxiety
There is a person on this planet who captivates me. Probably this is largely in part because I’m acknowledging that there’s a world again, because I am outside of myself again, because I am taking risks, and smiling at strangers and being honest for once.
in

Jun 19, 2014 at 5:00pm | 39 comments

anxiety
mental health
dogs
I’ve been saying "This could be Max’s last year" for five years.
anxiety
This is a metaphor. Also it is literally about running. I know, but trust me.
in

Jun 5, 2014 at 6:00pm | 18 comments

acting
A kid was screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS," as his mother dragged him to the waiting room.
in

Jun 4, 2014 at 12:30pm | 69 comments

anxiety
I quit my job. It wasn’t a bad job. It was fine, as jobs go -- the hours were great, the people were excellent. I walked to the office every morning and prayed a taxi would hit me.
in

May 29, 2014 at 6:00pm | 127 comments

stress
Sometimes I feel euphoric and a little "high" afterward, which is the holy grail for a recovering addict.
in

May 16, 2014 at 2:00pm | 96 comments

anxiety
“Nice blue outfit, lady”. The voice is coming from behind me, it sounds like a menacing Michael Jackson. It’s Spongebob Squarepants. Almost.
anxiety
I was on the swim team in middle school. I conquered my car sickness reading books like Karleen Koen's Through a Glass Darkly on the half hour drive from the east side of Providence, where I lived, to practice in Barrington. That was about all I accomplished.
anxiety
My shrink reminds me to take the clonazepam he’s prescribed to help during times like this. I nod and say, “Sounds great,” but I don’t plan on doing it. Why do anything that helps?
anxiety
My "Number Thing" is always nibbling at the edge of my brain.
in

Apr 23, 2014 at 11:00am | 78 comments

anxiety
This is the first time I haven't weirded all over myself in public. Here's hoping it won't be the last.
anxiety
Turns out there is no magic pill. I guess...I'm the magic pill? THAT IS A TERRIBLE REVELATION.
anxiety
“It’s not that I want to kill myself,” I said to my therapist after 3 months. “It’s that I keep thinking how surprised everyone will be when I do.”
traveling
I like to think of myself as an adventurous person, who cheerily goes new places and explores unfamiliar experiences with zeal. But this is totally a lie.
in

Mar 25, 2014 at 3:00pm | 118 comments

anxiety
Sure, I was passionate and motivated, but I suspect I was also a little "scary."