1 Dear Alice My name is Lisa.I have social anxiety disorder and was wondering how it would be possible to see someone for help without my parents knowing about it. I know that they'd be anything but supportive. They would think I'm absolutely out of my mind.The truth is I've put ...
small and mixed associations. Most data are correlative. When associations over time are found, they suggest not that social-media use predicts or causes depression, but that young people who already have mental-health problems use such platforms more ofte...
behind these conditions and just how much they affect us on a day to day basis. However, you have just shown us that being vocal about our circumstances is worth it- it’s crazy to think that a simple social media post was the catalyst responsible for bringing so much good to my ...
12.What is the problem with the bike? A.It is beyond repair B.The START button cannot be pushed. C.There is something wrong with the screen. 13.When will the technician help the woman? A.10:00 a.m.on November 23rd. B.2:00 p.m.on...
So I’m changing my expectation. Maybe it will never be easy. Maybe I will always be afraid, neurotic, anxiety-ridden. Maybe I will never wake up on Monday morning and be excited to write. But I’m doing it. Writing is the one thing I can’t not do (yes, I realize that’s a...
When I say that my symptoms are being triggered, I don’t just mean how I feel in that moment. I actually take a step back and try to think about how my mental health is impacting me. This could mean running through thelong list of symptoms of anxietyor depression. It could also mea...
Extreme anxiety has pushed me to the point of self-harming that began in October 2016. I try to keep busy but I have lost interest in the things that I enjoyed the most like Reading, going out with family, and going to places that requires me to be in social situations. My lack of...
“Gathering” turned out to be the right word. As this was exactly what happened when my social anxiety, re-entry anxiety, impostor syndrome and inner critic all showed up to have a party. Being there under an assumed name did little to assuage these feelings. Every time one of the speak...
is peering at me through the window. His eyes were fixed. At first I thought, yes, I know why you’re looking. It’s these biscuit-made hips or my brown butter smooth skin glistening in the sunlight. Then, I thought, calm down Terry McMillan, this ain’t no social call.So I keep...
hair headbanded and looking equal parts flustered and severe. My father is absent, though he could not have been. The doorbell rings. The dogs scamper and bark. A matronly social worker enters with two children. Share, Mom had told me and Philip. And be nice. So I ask my new big sis...