I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?” And I wished I could say, “Nothing is wrong.” But I knew better.
What if being in an amazing relationship, loving someone who shares those same feelings for you, only causes you pain?
I think, for many people, the hardest part of living, much like writing, is the criticism that comes with it.
Why did I share that? Do I just want validation? If so, from who? And why?
I just wanted to disappear and not exist anymore. I felt like everyone’s life would be better without me in it.
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”