I always tell my story like this: I was born with generalized anxiety disorder: a genetic, textbook case. Because of it, nearly my entire childhood was hell. I was afraid of everything, all the time. And if there was nothing to be afraid of, I was just plain afraid, the venomous feeling spurting through my Read More …
I tried reaching out to you, my sister. Calling to see how you were feeling. Just a simple call that most people don’t think twice about. But when I make that call, thinking about it twice is an understatement. It takes thinking, pushing myself, trying, and whatnot, to have the courage to press those buttons. I tried Read More …
I wish you knew how hard some days are for me. I wish you knew how frustrated I feel when I have a setback. I wish you knew how hard my mental illness can be on my friends and family. I wish you knew how annoying it is to be scared of things that most Read More …