I was born in 1989 in Brooklyn, New York. As the story goes, it was not long after I was born that my parents moved into a house they bought. Somewhere in one of the family albums, there is a snapshot of my smiling mother standing in the house living room as she held me,…… Continue reading The Quiet Kid
I feel like a mess but I don’t want to throw myself a pity party. It’s okay to acknowledge when I am going through a bad time although wallowing is a definite no-no. I do not wish to go into specific details about the situation except that my parents are not speaking to each other…… Continue reading What’s Wrong With Me?
I attended my first day of group therapy on Friday at 11 AM. A feeling of sickness (clenched stomach, tightened jaw, dry throat, increased heart rate, restlessness) overcame me every time it was my turn to speak on whatever topic we were discussing. Somehow I persevered, although I often had to dig my nails and…… Continue reading Anxiety in the Family
The only constant in my life these past few weeks is going to yoga class. It’s no easy task to make myself go each time. I don’t know how accurate online tests are for preliminary diagnoses of mental disorders but I took the one for agoraphobia here and I scored as a moderate agoraphobic. It…… Continue reading Bouts of Agoraphobia?
I feel kind of pathetic writing this, but on some days I feel as if I just about barely exchange 5 sentences with anyone and I’m lucky if I even manage to interact with someone at least once. Yesterday was this exact type of day. I stopped by the dollar store on my way to…… Continue reading Barely There Social Interactions
I saw my friend Annelise for the first time in a long time on Friday. We had a falling out last year that lasted for a day before we made up with each other, but the argument itself made me start to reevaluate my friendship with her. I perceived that I depended on her too much…… Continue reading Being Bad At Friendships
The short story is the paternal grandfather of my cousins Lily and Tara passed away a few days ago. I have only seen the man a handful of times during my teen years when I would stay over with my cousins at their house in NJ and sometimes we would stop by their grandparents‘ house…… Continue reading A Death in the Family (Sorta)