After years of stagnancy since getting floxed, I’ve finally started seeing a therapist for my post-traumatic stress disorder.
A really common predicament when going to the doctor is worrying if s/he will ignore your problems and label them as “anxiety.” What if it is though? Here’s a pep talk.
I am nineteen and sitting in the campus counselor’s office. Her room is sunny and overlooks the quad, where boys in shorts toss frisbees with shouts and girls in floral shirts clump together at a picnic table, laughter and chatter […]
If you’ve been keeping up with me, you know that I got very, very sick a few months ago from a combination of an antibiotic reaction and some mold toxicity. Since then, health has been my top priority. I’ve been […]