It was a summer morning like any other—except for the fact that when he looked in the bathroom mirror while splashing cold water on his face, Gregg Sandstone did not expect to see an adult human vagina occupying the center of his forehead.
You can’t leave your house, yet you can’t sit still, either. Every action of the day is an immense battle of will.
Casually bring up that you have a terrible fear of flying and you’re worried because you’ll be going on 2 or 3 business trips to Europe over the next few months.
“I gave up a cat that I loved for a girl that I’m not even sure is allergic to cats.”
Despite the hedonistic society our generation has grown up in, we’re largely unhappy. It’s been estimated in the last year that nearly 40% of adults suffer from an anxiety disorder of some kind.
Little did I know, my opinion would soon change. And not because I wanted it to.
It’s no secret that as a millennial, one of our biggest driving forces is self-discovery.
I ran out of my prescription just over a week ago and didn’t realize until I went to take my next tablet.
An argument against the rampant over-prescription of psychiatric drugs for children.
Xanax is designed to kill anxiety, which is precisely what makes it so dangerous. A little anxiety is good—even necessary.