Category: women


Anxiety:Team Of One

As my anxiety grew worse, I began to self-destruct like a bomb with an overeager timer set for detonation. Each day was spent with the same routine of tears before breakfast followed by tears with sprinkles of anger for lunch and an emotional meltdown (panic attack) with a side dish of tears for dinner.



Blood leaked onto my clothes on the first day of our family vacation in North Carolina. As always, I was melancholy, annoyed, and even surprised that blood gushed from my vagina without permission, my...