Fear will hold you back. Everyone knows this. Some people use it as an excuse to behave dangerously, some people let it control them. I have spent a good amount of my life triumphing over my fear. But there is still one area where I let my fear control me. College. I am afraid of… Continue reading A Lesson In Fear
Today was exhausting. At two o’clock I was getting ready to leave my house. There was no time for thoughts as I rushed to find my shoes. The moment of reflection came when I finally sat in the car. I am twenty-one and on my way to another therapy appointment. Another therapy appointment. In a different… Continue reading Returning to Uncomfortable Teritory
I am twenty-one and learning about permanence. There are things happening in my body that will last forever. Due to an injury affecting my hip, I have some bone on bone friction. Over time it will create degeneration of the joint, I will get arthritis early. It will be years before I feel the full… Continue reading Permanence
When I was young I sprained my ankle. I went to the doctors. They put me in a splint and gave me some crutches. It’s not a very exciting story I suppose, especially since I don’t even remember how this particular sprain happened. The morale of the story is that it did not go away.… Continue reading I Have a Thing. Apparently, it is a Chronic Illness
Last Friday I went to the Museum of Science in Boston. We got there around 5 PM, which was a blessing in disguise. I had spent the day waiting for my friends to get their shit together so at first, I was upset about the timing. When it was obvious that we basically had every… Continue reading Outings
Today is a “BAD” day. Yup, all capitals bad. There is something distinctly upsetting about finding thoughts in your head that you had gotten rid of. Like a doctor finding a case of measles after declaring the country measles-free. My mental illness was an infection, something I fought with my body and mind to irradicate… Continue reading Bad Day
I grew up being hurt. I was a risk taker and that eventually took its toll, at least once a year. I broke my arms, wrists, ankles, ribs, you name it, I probably broke it. I spent a large portion of my young years in some form of a cast. After playground days, I kept… Continue reading So, I Am Injured.