"I made her laugh in desperate moments, she believed in happiness when I couldn't."
Nightlife gave me a feeling of deliverance and a sanctuary from an anxiety I did not yet understand.
It seems like I've divided my feelings into categories, the way that one might do with fragrance types: floral, citrus, earthy, smoky, gourmand, spicy.
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.
Sometimes I revisit the spots where I've had my worst panic attacks. I recently went back to the California desert, Palm Springs, the scene of my last major existential dissolve.
My anxiety disorder can make me feel like I'm trapped in a cyclone of negative thoughts and fear. But like many mental health conditions, with the right treatment and techniques, life is very liveable.
The one thought that completely invades my brain when I'm awake (and even, at times, in my sleep) is: "Will I vomit today?"
It's weird to hear someone express sympathy for mental illness in the way they might for a physical illness. Why is that?
Alex works in the central office of a non-disclosed national bank as a lender. Until last year he was using crystal meth at work. Here's how he did it.
I go to art class once a week along with some other people: mostly odd, elderly ladies and role-players.