Riding Waves
All signs point to joy. All calculations add up to delight. So why the hell do I feel so afraid and sad?
All signs point to joy. All calculations add up to delight. So why the hell do I feel so afraid and sad?
There are books to read, trips to travel, footprints to imprint in the ground. Your footprints.
Years after that first day when I was eight—on a day just as bright and clear—the world once again plunged into a meaningless gray. Only this time, it didn’t lift.
Anxiety has this really funny way of distorting not only what you see, but how you see, and I was seeing myself only as an extra in everyone else’s lives...
I would love to believe that it only goes up from here, but things are rarely so perfect.
I’m attracted to men. That single sentence has been a source of anxiety and depression for a large part of my life.
Whether you’re a therapist or the person in your friend group who always helps others with their struggles, I know how difficult it can be to ask for help.
A year ago I was hopeless, broke, and I wanted to die. I believed that at the age of thirty-six it was too late to make a life worth living. I was so scared of myself because I had no idea who I really was without drugs or alcohol.
Losing my leg led to a slow and painful downward spiral toward rock bottom, and it has taken years to climb my way out.
You could say I’ve been through a trauma or two.
Come on decades of therapy, do your thing. Come on endless sessions in rehab, remind me that I am more than my rage.

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