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
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
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)
Every time I convince myself to push my own boundaries and “just do it” as people like to say, there’s no escape from the build-up of anxiety and crazy thoughts in the hours and days before I even have to show up for an event or gathering. So many times I persuade myself to go. Then every…… Continue reading Brave & Idiotic At The Same Time
Dear Brother, Although I wish I could confide in you instead of writing a letter so public that other people halfway across the world will have the chance to read it instead of you, the reality is I probably never will. Let me start by saying that, if there ever comes a day you do…… Continue reading Dear Brother