I could feel myself beginning to slip; if this went on much longer, I was going to lose everything, quite literally.
The worst part was going back to school and everyone asking me if I was “the girl who had a seizure.”
PMDD feels like a sad nightmare while you are awake.
There is so much bipolar can be.
Last week, I boarded a plane to Charleston for a bachelorette weekend. I’d been dreading the flight for months. Airplanes are not on my short list of comfort zones, so I try to avoid them at all costs. Why can’t we just drive? I thought to myself, fancying the idea of a 12-hour car rideContinue reading “What My Fear of Flying Taught Me”
Our memories aren’t all we have; they’re just the beginning.
People told me I wanted attention. That I craved sympathy. That I needed to be everyone’s best friend. That I was nosy and dramatic. Soon, these became things I told myself, too.
I bet they don’t tell you in the movies, or on social media, or even in psychology class, that OCD can affect the way you love, too.
You won’t understand until it gets personal.
These past few weeks have been tough. Scratch that. My entire life has been tough. But whose isn’t? In July, I went to a concert to see Panic! At The Disco and Weezer, and after eating and drinking all night, I didn’t feel too well. My stomach was in so much pain that as soonContinue reading “My OCD and Me: Why am I so Weak?”