Guys, I did something new yesterday. Like really new. A first. I signed up for a free boxing class at a TITLE boxing center near my house. I was really nervous because I'm really out of shape and I've never done anything like it before. I almost called and cancelled twice the day of but … Continue reading Here’s to Firsts
My last post was over two weeks ago and things were rough. I had called a crisis line because I was struggling with self-harm urges and thankfully I made it through without acting on them. Since then I've had "good" and "bad" days. On the good I was having such a great time. Going out … Continue reading The Importance of a Schedule… And the Difficulty
Reaching out for help can be hard and, at times, terrifying. Today I didn't realize I was in a crisis until around 9:30pm, half an hour after my therapist's calling hours ended. I was having serious self-harm urges. I wanted to cut. Badly. I was struggling, making plans to self harm, and felt like I was … Continue reading Calling a Crisis Line
Anxiety is not something I am used to experiencing. I had it pretty bad when my depression first started back in my Sophomore year of college in late 2011 and early 2012. My anxiety sometimes presents as this tension in my gut, like a knot, and I want to punch walls and scream and burst … Continue reading When Anxiety Sets In
Trigger Warning - This post references self-harm.
Since Sunday my days have been more good than bad. Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday all fell into the category of what I would call good days. I was feeling positive, happy even, and was being really productive. Tuesday was an off day and then today happened. I woke up exhausted, didn't know what to … Continue reading A Not-So-Great Day
It's been nearly three weeks since my last post. I don't really know what happened. I've been struggling. In the last two weeks I've had three therapy appointments which, considering I'm supposed to have one every two weeks, tells you a lot probably. I've been feeling helpless, hopeless, and financially strained. Even though I'm actually … Continue reading Three Weeks Later