I believed that it was somehow normal for insects to live under the skin. I was too embarrassed to seek help because I never thought anything was wrong. Even after I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, I kept my bug problem to myself. It’s only recently that I’ve opened up about it in therapy. I’ve dealt with it since my first break at twenty-one.
By: Lianne What happened to my happiness? What happened to my innocence? Why, oh why, did it turn out this way? I think this every day. I am a 21-year-old female, who suffers from severe chronic depression and anxiety, ever since I was 14 years old. I have been on…
Today, I finished the first complete draft of my Master’s thesis, and what I hope will become my first published article as a scientist. Today, I had an anxiety attack, ending up on the floor of a university bathroom hyperventilating and sobbing. These two events were unrelated, but together paint…
It’s pretty difficult to narrow down when my journey actually started, but I’d say it became most prominent during my junior year in high school. The summer before my junior year, I transferred schools and moved in with my aunt and uncle so I would have more educational opportunities. It…
