1. My anxiety rises. I can physically feel my anxiety coursing through my veins. It’s like having this constant nervous butterflies that create knots throughout my entire body. I get anxious about medications, drinking alcohol, sleeping, and going out in public. Everything just hurts. Everything makes me want to cry. My muscles and throat tighten […]
So another personal recovery post. This is a picture I took of myself a few years ago because I was actually trying to see if I had an iron deficiency and I was checking my eyes…anxiety was making me think everything was wrong and I was hunting for answers. I was falling over every time […]
So you guys, do I have a tale for you… Ah, mental health, anxiety, depression, low self-esteem, unhappiness. As you already know. But, I decided I would do something strong and something bigger then myself and volunteer somewhere. Sounds like a good idea right? I browsed a few volunteer opportunities, specifically working with dogs because […]
I have absolutely no confidence. My self-esteem is non-existent. It’s not even that I see myself as necessarily ugly or unattractive, but every time my boyfriend compliments or tries to hold me I can feel myself mentally crawling into a ball. I was not pretty in middle school and I often felt invisible. High school […]
A simple compliment can make all the difference to someone. Over the past few, let’s face it, years, I’ve grown to hate my body, my hair, my lack of fashion sense. And, because of this constant nitpicking at myself it has made me feel absolutely depressed and lacking any self-confidence. I went to the eye […]
My first thought this morning was I should go to the gym, I need to check my social media and my email, I need to have a better sleep schedule, I need to do laundry today, maybe I should make a podcast, what should I do the podcast about. It’s just been constant racing thoughts. […]
She gets me…
You have all the weapons you need, now fight…but, a little winged eyeliner never hurts.
I feel both invisible and on display. I’m always somewhere between, someone notice me, notice that I’m not okay. And, please don’t look at me, don’t see me. There’s nothing you can do. Just let me be.
Anxiety to the outside means racing thoughts. Their not racing, their forcing themselves into my head, maybe me think I’m going crazy. No, no, running my hands over my face and through my hair, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy. It’s an attack. It’ll pass. I look back at the mirror barely noticing I’m there […]