I don’t remember what number this is. aNYWAY I had my first appointment with my new therapist today. Her name is Monica, and she’s really nice and all, but she keeps giving me gifts. She gave me a bunch of mechanical pencils last time I was there to see if she was “the right one”… Continue reading Post number something
Anxiety is hard to explain. It’s hard to put into words, and to truly know what it is, you must first experience it. But I’m going to try. Anxiety is my blood pumping so fast and so hard that I can hear it. It’s my heart beat not sounding like a rhythm, but instead like… Continue reading Anxiety in words
I woke up at noon and I haven’t shaved in four days, but at least I’m not dead. I should probably get my life together. Clean my room, and actually eat some real food. Oh, and I should also probably go outside. I need more vitamin D. However, yesterday I willingly went to the store,… Continue reading Dating a Girl With Social Anxiety and Depression
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