Work on Monday was not horrible. My heart rate still spiked every single time the phone rang. Within half a second of hearing the trill of the phone, I was bombarded with instant dread and apprehension of something awful happening if I picked up the phone. Several times I managed to make quick work of…… Continue reading What To Do?
It is hard to describe my state of mind right now. I feel quite fired up thinking about the kind of “advice” my own parents gave me hours earlier. They think they’re helping me but they’re really not. Instead I feel belittled and almost as if they are treating me like a child or that…… Continue reading Problems with My Parents
The cycle of anxiety goes a little something like this for me: 1) Be faced with a situation that makes me anxious 2) Struggle internally over getting the situation done and over with ASAP, but ultimately, 7 times out of 10 I will choose to avoid the problem. 3) Spend the next few days or…… Continue reading No End To Anxiety
I called out from group therapy two weeks ago, which would’ve been my second time there, so I had to come in an hour earlier for last week’s session (July 1st) so I could make-up the lost hour, in addition to being present for the third therapy session. I did not expect another girl from…… Continue reading Random Life Updates
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?
Well, things are not going well right now. One of my most non-favorite things about living in New York is being dependent on a shoddy subway system. It’s typical that the subway line is running behind schedule. I hate, hate when I’m within walking distance of the station but haven’t gotten the chance yet to…… Continue reading Running Late