I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?” And I wished I could say, “Nothing is wrong.” But I knew better.
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”
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.
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?”