Yesterday morning I woke up in St. Louis. I rolled out of bed hours before I needed to and showered, checked to make sure everything was packed for my trip home, worked a little, and then met some folx in the hotel lobby for pre-breakfast tea and coffee. I was feeling a lot tired. A … Continue reading panic on the streets of St. Louis…
It was about 16 months ago that I scheduled an appointment with my doctor, a woman who had developed great rapport and had earned my trust and respect, in order to mumble and skirt the issue and then cry when telling her I no longer felt able to cope with my anxiety on my own. … Continue reading confessions of a former sauce packet hoarder…
This post is not going to have any pictures because no one wants to see a picture of hives. It's not like my hives were in the shape of Mickey Mouse or a cute heart swirled into a mocha foam or a deity. They were just hives. Itchy painful insanity making hives. And I had … Continue reading and then I had hives…
While it’s often easy to be self effacing, nothing matches the difficulty of saying, "There's something wrong with me." And meaning it. It's hard to acknowledge that you're different in a way that isn't “special.” That isn't “good.” That isn't “normal.” That people think is “wrong” or “weird.” That you think is wrong. It's hard … Continue reading this post has been making me anxious…
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