The first time I saw you everything in my head went quiet. All the constant questions and thoughts suddenly hushed. Disappeared. Silenced. Because when you have obsessive compulsive disorder you don’t really get a lot of quiet time. Even laid in bed I’m thinking. Did I lock the door? Yes. Did I wash my hands?… Continue reading OCD
It’s weird how life keeps going on around you even when you feel like everything is falling apart. It’s weird how the world keeps turning when you feel like it’s frozen in space. It’s like Netflix episodes that keep playing. Next. Next. Next. It’s the sun rising and setting everyday like clockwork. It’s constant. It… Continue reading I guess the world doesn’t stop just because I want it to
No seriously. Why do I? Why do I hate my body? I don’t understand. I just don’t get why I look at myself in the mirror and hate what I see looking back. I don’t understand how I can be so smart and intellectual and how I can be so many things, so many amazing… Continue reading Why do I hate my body?
I think as someone who has struggled with a mental illness for a long time now, one of my day to day challenges is figuring out how not to feel ashamed about it. And personally I am so sick and tired of feeling like I need to hide it from people, when I don’t. But… Continue reading I struggle with a mental illness and I’m not afraid to talk about it anymore
Anxiety is the never ending feeling of not being enough. It’s restless nights of sleep as you toss and turn. Because you can never shut off your brain. And the thoughts. And your feelings. It’s the things you overthink before bedtime and it’s all of your worst fears becoming a reality once you close your… Continue reading Anxiety is…
“I can’t control my feelings. I can’t control my thoughts. I’m staring at the ceiling wondering how I got so caught. You’re completely off limits for more reasons than just one. But I can’t stop. You’re aware of my existence but you don’t know I’m here. You’re the centre of attention. You control the atmosphere.… Continue reading I broke my own heart
“I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don’t cry I pour. When I am happy, I don’t smile I glow. When I am angry, I don’t yell I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that… Continue reading Feeling in extremes