There's an episode of Friends where Ross is seeing things all around town that remind him of his first date with Carol, which happened several years ago on that day. He says they eat stone fruit and its supposedly fall, which seems ridiculous, but that's not the point. The point is: you can be skipping... Continue Reading →
How, exactly?
I have well-documented anxiety, and have recently begun discussing it with a therapist again. Why, you ask, wouldn't I be in a constant state of therapy if I know I have anxiety? Because I very much dislike crying. I get an awful headache after I cry, and it's obviously embarrassing and exhausting, but I also... Continue Reading →