Social anxiety and other anxiety related disorders are fairly common to hear about these days, and it’s not strange if you think about the fact that today you can pretty much live with the least amount of face-to-face interaction possible, it’s far from ideal, but it is possible.
You feel sort of hopeless. You don’t want her to stress, but it seems as if she just can’t help it, no matter what you do or say. Do you rip your hair out trying to solve her worrying?
I want to write an article about self-destruction. Specifically, its relationship to depression and anxiety. I want to tell you about what it feels like to self-destruct.
I wondered if I should leave enough room in my suitcase for my mental illnesses, or if they’d fit in my carry-on.
My mental illness is not some picture of a storm cloud in an art museum you can think is ‘tragically beautiful.’
I thought I knew how to combat the anxiety I’ve had since I was 6 years old; I thought I was a warrior who had fought her tough battles and won.
“Cum play with me tonight, baby ;)” I type out a text to one of my regulars, hoping he’ll come in.
Know this: it’s not your fault. Your partner may retreat simply so you don’t have to deal with his or her unpleasant feelings and return when the person feels able to give him or herself without dumping a rainy parade on your head.
What your web presence says about you.
“You learn that your personality has a certain shape, with definite, inflexible bounds — bounds you find out about because you keep bonking into them headfirst when you try to change.” — Attribution unknown.