Being My Own Worst Enemy Is Going OK
If I recognize everything that could possibly be wrong with me in every situation, I won't be caught off guard if someone else sees it.
Onstage she's a fearless rock god, but when the show is over, she's got the same crippling anxieties as the rest of us.
I asked my friend Ernesto, who works as an ICU nurse, some questions about existential anxiety, fear of death, and how surrounding oneself with the dying can affect one's brain.
After publishing a book that wasn't a complete failure, I've been having some very disturbing thoughts. What if I don't totally suck? What if I'm not the worst person on the planet? What if I do, God forbid, deserve happiness?
Underneath the infinity pool and the pink and purple sky of Bethany Cosentino's music is a complicated brain chemistry, dichotomous feelings, and a hamster wheel of a mind.
This week, my new therapist and I did some detective work and stumbled upon something that in 15 years of panic attacks I had never discovered before.
I always start therapy with the hope of accomplishing a particular goal, but is there ever really an end? I could do a different kind of work with a different kind of therapist every day and there would probably never be a terminus.
So Sad Today answers your questions about friends, crying your ass off, and telling that special someone how you really feel.
Sometimes I wonder if my conditions, which fluctuate on a continuum from the height of terror to a vague sense of unease, could instead be called seeing too much, feeling too much, or thinking too much.
On the eve of Oneohtrix Point Never's latest album release, Garden of Delete, So Sad Today talks with Daniel Lopatin about depression, endless chilling, and the importance of honesty in performance.
For me, Neon Indian's music conjures momentous feelings, memories, fantasies of makeouts that did and didn't happen, a state of eternal longing, the transcendence of linear time.