When I was twelve or thirteen years old, my brothers and I stayed up late watching horror movies in the family room. I don’t remember what movies they were, nor does it matter; what matters is what happened afterwards. I slept on the floor in my parents’ bedroom most nights. For some reason, their room […]Read More At A Loss
Dear Dad, I call you “Gerald” when I’m angry with you. I call you “Dad” when I think about all the things you did for me. I think about you every day: what you’d think of the news (you’d be incredulous), of technology (slightly offended, probably), of a certain movie (would you hate Marvel films […]Read More One Year Later
Now, now, don’t get your turkey feathers in a bunch. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. It’s a day you get to spend with family (or those you’ve chosen as family) and just be together, all the while eating glutinous amounts of food. Which is why this year, I’m spending it with […]Read More Thanksgiving is for Sissies
This is less of a phobia, and more of obsessive-compulsive tendencies. There is still anxiety wrapped around everything related to each little tic of mine, in fact, more anxiety than troubles me about anything else. Am I working on it? Yes. Am I succeeding? In some areas, hell yes. In other areas, I haven’t made […]Read More The Big One: Body Image
Horror movies may have began my fear of dying in ridiculous ways (Dante’s Peak made me terrified of volcanoes in Colorado), but my anxiety disorder certainly took that idea and ran with it. Ran a marathon with it. Ran like Forrest Gump with it. Let us delve into the psyche of a 7-14 year-old and […]Read More Thanatophobia: Fear of Dying
Hello, strangers, family, friends, and people I have bribed into reading this blog. I appreciate your attention (if I have any of it). I am a 20-something (aka 21) woman with an unhealthy passion for the written word. My first order of business is a memoir chronicling the mental illnesses of those I love the […]Read More A writer in need deserves followers indeed.