“Why does it even bother you? Why do you care?”
I’ve been asked these questions time and time again by numerous people from every facet in my life. Yes, I take certain comments personally, and many events that may be perfectly normal to most are incredibly traumatic for me. Why? Continue reading
Think back to 4th grade. Elementary school is supposed to be full of fun, sparkly poster projects, and gossiping about crushes. Based on my old journal entries from the 90s (since I don’t genuinely remember much), I only managed to experience tidbits of a typical childhood.
I was a sad, scared, and angry girl. Continue reading
There are plenty of definitions of mental illnesses out there. I can offer you nothing new in this regard. What I can offer is a depiction of what these illnesses look like in my life. I spend each day battling various forms of anxiety, severe depression, and bipolar disorder. These labels are massive, and they sit on my shoulders like 500 pound weights. Some days, I can barely stand.
This is what it’s like:
When I was 12, I was diagnosed with separation anxiety. A year later, it expanded to generalized anxiety disorder. Soon after came severe social phobia and major depressive disorder. A few years later, they threw in bipolar II disorder.
Illness after illness, label after label, medication after medication, mess after mess, I just tried to make it through each day. It sucked.
Running on Thin Ice 