When we tell someone who has endured a trauma to “not think about it,” we are actually (and likely unintentionally) dissuading them from healing. By not processing abuse, victims not only are at a higher risk for revictimization, but they can also become extremely ill — mentally, emotionally, and physically.
I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?” And I wished I could say, “Nothing is wrong.” But I knew better.
“I remember wanting to go to sleep and never wake up. I felt as though my internal world and external world were two completely different places.”
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 felt nothing, mostly. And when I did feel, it wasn’t sadness. It was terror.
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”
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.