I wish more kids would leave the most oppressive setting they’ll likely face in their lifetime, and realize that life really starts after high school.
I want to make my own money and be professionally fulfilled, but something in my brain won't let me.
I'd really prefer not to have diarrhea on my wedding day, especially mid-ceremony, the most important part of this whole spectacle.
Yes, we all have anxiety and gluten allergies and we're all on antidepressants, but we're just animals, man! We were never meant to live this way!

Mar 9, 2012 at 2:25pm | 236 comments

I’ve been saying "This could be Max’s last year" for five years.
looking good
Apparently, you can't possibly have real problems if you're attractive.
It made me scared of medication, and I don’t want to be.
What is wrong with me? Am I sabotaging myself into a three-hour RMV wait as a form of punishment for putting it off? Do I perhaps think I’m too good for a valid driver’s license or clean teeth?
Dance like no one is watching. Even though they definitely are, and they are definitely judging you, and ohmygodIcantbreathe.
If dreaming about flying means you want to have sex, what does dreaming about crashing mean?

Aug 1, 2012 at 1:00pm | 174 comments

“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.”
the gym
Because I sure as shit don't.

Jan 7, 2013 at 5:00pm | 136 comments

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.

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

If you can handle a rat in your kitchen, you can handle anything, right?

Aug 14, 2013 at 1:00pm | 126 comments

Turns out there is no magic pill. I guess...I'm the magic pill? THAT IS A TERRIBLE REVELATION.
I find myself fascinated with the ways people find to hold it together: whether with drinking, drugs prescribed and scored, strings of sexual partners, knitting, cutting, calling their mom every Sunday to cry into the phone
panic attacks
Panic attacks aren't fun. But they can be funny.

Apr 17, 2013 at 2:00pm | 119 comments

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.

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

I got lucky, in a sense, that my struggle with agoraphobia and suicidal depression didn't hit its lowest point until my junior year at Emerson College in Boston, when I'd had time to cement friendships that would prove to be of invaluable assistance during that time.

Sep 10, 2012 at 6:00pm | 114 comments

Like the end of a relationship, losing my love of food has been kind of heartbreaking.
This depression and anxiety thing isn't temporary. It's not going to disappear when I hit a certain age, or achieve certain career milestones, or get a really great deep-conditioning treatment.