It may surprise you to know that I’m unmedicated.
 
I’ve flirted with the idea and the substances before, but it’s something I can’t embrace, for whatever reason. I even hate taking Advil or aspirin. If I have to take an antibiotic, I usually Google its side effects, freak myself out, and then either don’t take it, [...]

Part 1 of my gripping “I Suffer From Anxiety” series.
And Part II.
 
So in my endeavor to better understand my anxiety and hopefully find ways to cope with it, I recently visited a kinesthesiologist. I’d heard great things about this guy from a vegan/Zen/meditative/very non-anxious friend of The Rocks’ who’d been going to this particular doctor [...]

I am strong, like a Powerpuff Girl. Except I’m not a kindergartner. But that’s open for debate.
 
Read Part I first here.
 
The anxiety: it’s overwhelmed me, made me laugh, ruined relationships, made friendships, and inspired my writing. It’s funny, really, that this is one of the first times that I’ve called it out: I never refer [...]

I’m anxious. Not just now, but always. It’s an affliction, a way of life, a disease, a problem.
 
I’ve always been, well, spazzy. I am extremely reactive and one of those people who is very mood-absorbent. That’s what I call it anyway. It’s as if I absorb the energy or the mood of things, people, places [...]