Driving along the highway, I felt a pang of unease. My hands gripped the leather of my steering wheel, my white knuckles staring back at me as I pushed my sunglasses up against the glare. I was doing it.
“Just relax, Emma. You can do this. What do you have to lose?”
I kept whispering to myself, hoping that my inner voice would begin to soothe me as I embarked on the freedom of being entirely on my own.
A week prior, I decided to finally listen to the niggling urge that had washed over me. I had recently been…
The first time I had a crippling panic attack, I was only 7 years old. Just one year later, a bottle of anti-anxiety medication was prescribed to me and eagerly handed over to my parents by my psychiatrist.
With a nod of approval, we were hustled out the door. It was unbeknownst to me at the time that a tumultuous journey had started as the battle in my mind begun.
I was always pretty nervous as a kid. There was plenty of happiness, fun and adventure. But it all seemed to be punctuated by periods of irrational anxiety about my…
I have noticed that our current state of isolation has brought forward a very particular set of buzzwords, splashed across every second Instagram story or slyly tucked into our daily conversations.
There is a nagging pull that exists to pause your Spotify playlist and do something more “worthwhile”… whether that is learning Latin, writing a trilogy of books or tick off an endless to-do list that involves splitting the atom and curing diseases.
The idea of being guilty as you enjoy a film, discover a new song or take an afternoon snooze is akin falling into…
I was listening to “The Power of Vulnerability” Ted Talk when it dawned on me.
No matter how many times I reminded myself that everyone had their struggles, my mind had convinced itself that “complaining” about my feelings would be a burden to others (without any proof that this would be a reality).
My brain whispered for me to toughen up and get on with life. It would shout to me that there were bigger problems in the world beyond my irrational fears of being a disappointment, or my anxiety about not measuring up to others.
I couldn’t validate my…
Anxiety. I have never known where I stood with it.
Sometimes it felt tangible like I could grab it with my hands and throw it as far as possible.
There were times where I wondered if it was something inherently part of who I am, or if it was a common thread that connected us all.
It is like an overbearing relationship that you desperately wish you could break away from. It convinces you that everything is for your protection, as though your brain is stuck on a loop of risk-identifying and problem-solving. …
Remember this proverbial saying? It was often rattled off by past generations into the ears of millennials everywhere.
Well… I ignored it.
Hell, I probably rolled my eyes at it too.
In fact, I can almost guarantee that at some point, I nervously convinced myself that despite living in denial and postponing whatever I wanted to start — at least I was self-aware enough to realize it… right?
I took a long hard look in the mirror to pinpoint what I thought was my downfall. Answer? The somewhat indecisive nature that I’d inherited from years of self-doubt and anxiety.
Have you ever found yourself scanning through lifestyle blogs, articles or even stumbling down the YouTube rabbit hole of influencers and models promoting their extravagant, MET Gala worthy self-care routines for hours on end?
Listen, we have all been there, and I am sure as hell not here to judge you.
You can count on me as your fellow, non-guru companion on this wellness journey. Simply put, I’m a regular 20-something-year-old girl. Trust me, there are no unlimited resources, endless cash and Instagram followers begging to know my skincare secrets. …
I write about my own uncomfortable, unspoken and real thoughts and hope to connect through shared experiences.