When I look in the mirror, instead of me, I see a thousand different fogged-up faces screaming at me. I wish I could stop the worries in my brain that I know are not warranted most of the time, like everyone near me says. Borderline or on the spectrum, make up my mind, they will tell me all the time. But these labels my brain gave me, not my physical being. Why oh why do I get blamed for the mass sadness inside me? I get that I need to...
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Welcome to my favorite new place. My spiral arena. My online journal where you all can witness my thoughts in real-time and see if you are not alone and have similar jumbled thoughts like I. This will be an open testament, letter, and show of recovery of agoraphobic based anxiety via the Internet, and I would not be lying if I said I was scared. But I persist, and hopefully you do as well. So grab your iced coffee or your energy drink, your vape or joint. And sit down,...
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