A place for me to rejoice, advocate, and commiserate.
I have social anxiety. No, I don't mean "Oh, I get a little nervous talking to new people." No, I mean the soul sucking pit in your stomach anytime you are required to interact with anyone. My palms sweat. My heart races. I get anxious I'll say the wrong thing and look like an idiot... Continue Reading →
I have a secret that I make sure no one knows. It's a silly secret. A secret so silly, you might laugh when I tell you what it is. It's silly, but also dreadfully anxiety-inducing for me. It's actually a secret about my greatest anxiety trigger. The trigger that without fail has consumed my life... Continue Reading →
After a long, long, long break from blogging, I'm finally back at it. Since about February of this year, I had been struggling with various medical problems and keeping up with a blog was just becoming too much. That didn't stop me from continuing to write though and I'm happy to announce that I have... Continue Reading →
The world feels like it’s spinning so fast and I’m stuck on slow motion. I’m laying in my bed, looking at the ceiling and wondering why I feel so horrible. My back starts to ache from laying on it, but moving a single muscle seems like too much energy to exert. It’s in moments like... Continue Reading →
So, here we are in April - four months into my "year of me" and I felt you all needed an update. I also feel updates will help me hold myself accountable for my progress. So, to begin, I have definitely fallen off the band wagon resulting in (or maybe because of?) a miserable April.... Continue Reading →
Dear 15 year old me, Halfway through your first year of high school. One of the four years you were told would be "the days of your life". I know you're thinking, "If these are the best days then I sure as hell don't want to see the worst". I know how badly your hurting.... Continue Reading →
Making the Grade By: Alicia Morris . Failure is my middle name For I can never do things right Family fights will always remind me Feelings of inadequacy always stay Following me through every class Fear I’ll never break this curse . Don’t know why I fail so much Dark cloud hangs above my head... Continue Reading →
There once was a time when I tried very desperately to drown out my emotional pain in any way I could find. At 15 years old, I participated a wide array of risky behaviors that included cigarettes, drugs, alcohol and boys to desperately erase the trauma of the sexual assaults I had experienced in the prior year. Of course, none of this helped and my entire being cried out in pain - both figuratively and literally. One night though, I desperately researched ways to alleviate my pain and stumbled across the one thing actually turned my life around for the better.
Most of us know an athlete whose sport makes up a majority of who they are. Maybe it's basketball, football, soccer, volleyball, track, or gymnastics, but no matter what the sport is, this person lives for their sport. Now imagine that this person sustains an injury that makes it so they no longer can play their sport ever again. Could you imagine how heart-wrenching and anxiety inducing that could be? Well in a weird type of way, that's how I felt when I sought out treatment for my mental illness.
Sticks and Stones By A.M.Morais . Words don’t hurt is what they say But they don’t know what I hear every day You’re stupid, you’re weird You don’t belong here You’re ugly and gross You’re the one we hate the most Do you know how it feels To find out your friends aren’t real? All... Continue Reading →
My Sincere Ramblings 