Tag Archives: anxiety

I’m Good. I’m Okay. I’m Fine.

TRIGGER WARNING: Depression, Anxiety, Suicide Ideation.  “How are you?” should be the easiest question to answer. It’s the entry into the world of small talk. I hate small talk. It doesn’t feed my soul. “I’m Good.” “I’m Okay.” “I’m Fine.” … Continue reading

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Life Update

Maybe you have noticed that I haven’t updated this blog on a regular basis. Well, there are a few reasons for that. The main one being that I’ve had some struggles with my anxiety recently, and so I did the … Continue reading

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Ask Me No Questions, I Will Tell You No Lies.

Pace. Sit. Pace. Sit. She does this for hours and then heads straight to bed. She can’t get her mind to stay silent, and she can’t stop her heart from racing. Her eyes close for about an hour, but she’s … Continue reading

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Depression is a Neighbor

This is a short story I wrote for a contest. I did not get chosen this year but I was last year so it’s okay. I did want to share this story with all of you. It means A LOT … Continue reading

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Mental Illness: The Full Time Job

I contemplated writing this for a long time. Not because I am ashamed,no none of that, but because I didn’t want to sound ungrateful or whiney. My anxiety told me an excessive amount of times that this might not be … Continue reading

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One More Light – RIP Chester Bennington

It’s a strange feeling to hear that another musician has taken his own life. Stranger still because for my generation Linkin Park helped so many of us through so many rough patches in our own lives. Hearing about Chester Bennington’s … Continue reading

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4am Anxiety

  It’s hard to put into words what it feels like when I can’t get my mind to just quiet down. To pace around our apartment at 3am like the ghost of Christmas past. I move from the bed, to … Continue reading

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