Hey guys! Today I’m talking all about the last four years on antidepressants, and how I finally kicked them! Check it out – like and subscribe on my page!
Talking does us a lot of good. Talking out our problems, getting things out in the open. It helps me shake out the roots of my tightly knotted feelings most of the time, especially when the person I’m talking to (usually my mom), knows me well enough to read between the lines.
But I have a history of talking too much. I’ve always liked the sound of my own voice, ever since I was a kid. It’s a predisposition to the floweryness of your own prose, the idea that someone might be impressed at how precocious you are… it’s intoxicating for a kid.
But it’s perfectly obnoxious from an onlooker’s standpoint, and it’s important to calibrate our minds to the idea that sometimes – often – we’re better off standing back, shutting up, and listening. Continue reading Never Miss A Chance To Stop Talking
The doctors and your parents and social media and your whole life are telling you to, like, “live better.” Y’know, knock off the bad habits. Take time for yourself. Everything in moderation. De-stress. I’m a big fan of this logic, because what are my options really – that or melt under the weight of my own anxiety? I’ll take the decompression route. But I’m going to be honest here, y’all. It ain’t easy.
Fall FOMO: n. – The phenomenon that occurs when Autumn goes from a season of pleasant weather to a vibrating zone of pressure and anxiety wherein the afflicted are compelled to drink all the Pumpkin Spice Lattes and watch all the football, and bake all the pies and pick all the apples…
Shall we unpack this? Get in, loser. We’re going on a hayride.