Minds

Anxiety can involve a fear of the unexpected, and thinking about how the trip will go can feel so disastrous and foreboding.

Please stop gaslighting me. Stop telling me that my mental illness isn’t real.

I propose going back to basics, back to what self-care is supposed to be about. Instead of this new flashy and expensive self-care movement.

Raise your hand if you feel like you want to make new friends as an adult, but have no idea how anymore. Oh, good. It’s not just me.

These days, I can’t say I’m never hit with anxiety about an unexpected pain or a weird lump. But when fear creeps in, I stick to some helpful guidelines.

People can be courageous and hardworking and still not get better. Because that’s what it means to have an illness; it isn’t predictable or convenient.

“Do you have problems eating in front of people?” my date said. When my restrictive anorexia is bad, I tend to limit food consumption.

My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one.