My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one.
I am doing this at the risk of people who may criticize or question me, because at least some part of me knows: If I don’t, something worse will happen to me, and soon.
We experience anxiety very differently, but we can help each other in a way I have never experienced before.
Can’t calm down, won’t calm down.
Between family fueding, crowds, and overpriced everything, it doesn’t always feel like “the most wonderful time of year”.
A loving, stable relationship can be the best anti-anxiety drug out there.
After all, no-one else has a clue what they’re doing, either.
We may not be able to tell you what we need. But we don’t want you to leave.
If you already have a tendency to obsess, adding another person to the equation doesn’t help.
Imagine living the worst moment of your life over and over again.
Two years ago, I barely knew what anxiety was. Today it permeates most of my life.
Most people don’t understand why someone would choose not to drink anymore.
Sex is supposed to be this wonderful and magical thing, but in my experience, it can also be really traumatizing.
Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning.