Sitting at the Student Center

My apartment felt too crowded. It was so hot, and I couldn't breathe in there. I had to leave. I had to leave my anxiety. Now I'm anxious at the student center. My head feels like I just got done spinning in circles, and my heart is beating forcibly against my ribs. I'm anxious at…

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Creating a Community on Campus: an interview with some of my peers at Temple University

One of the things that helped me most with my anxiety was realizing I wasn't alone. Other people had this illness; I wasn't some kind of freak. My ultimate goal of this blog is to create an open and safe place where people can not feel strange about their mental illness. I hate that it…

Dunkin, Dean’s List, and Depression: how to be a mentally ill honor student

Academic success has always been important to me. Once I realized I was smart, I had to keep that a consistent trait. It became more so about expectation than enjoyment of learning. My grades have always been above average. My friends were smart, so I had to be smart. People expected me to be smart,…

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you!”: how I’ve convinced myself my life is a burden to all those around me

I apologize for everything. I apologize for apologizing. I hate feeling like someone has had to take time away from themselves to focus on my problems. My anxiety tells me that I'm annoying and my problems are petty and stupid. It tells me I overreact and I'm just causing problems for the people around me…