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Eating Disorder Treatment Day 1 (Round 1)
Despite how very sick I was, and how awfully fuzzy and clouded my mind was, I can remember the morning I was admitted to treatment for the first time like it just happened this morning. It was April 1, 2012; I woke up early (several hours before departure) to shower, blow dry my hair, straighten it to perfection, get dressed, and put on my make-up. I had packed up a variety of clothing options for me to choose from for the weeks ahead of me as well as a blanket, art supplies, school books/notebooks, and toiletries. I was on auto-pilot, and no emotions were coming to the surface, that is until I bent down to pet my dog, Biscuit, "good-bye." Just typing that sentence out brings tears to my eyes, just as it did on that day. As I felt the tears forming in my always blood-shot eyes, I quickly stood back up and exited the house. Crying, according to the eating disorder in my head, was a sign of weakness so therefore it was not allowed in front of other people.
Amanda OlejniczakPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy Days with Anxiety
Everyone has a bit of anxiety in their lives. It can be something simple like a test coming up or something complex like asking yourself, “What if I’m a minute late to homeroom?” That question used to get it started every morning. If I was a minute late to homeroom then the door would be closed, if the door was closed I’d have to knock, if I have to knock then everyone will look to see who knocked. That question punched me in the stomach 45 minutes before my alarm every morning and punched harder if I dared to try and sleep more. It started when I was in 7th grade. I honestly thought I was just dying at times. I had no idea what this constant pain was when eyes were on me or why I was doomed to never fully sleep, a doctor took a look at me and declared it an ulcer. Omeprazole can’t clear omnipresent dreams.
Ciri KatoraPublished 6 years ago in PsycheNervousness
The decision to see a therapist was not an easy one to make. It was a constant nudge in the back of my brain for months until a rough night of insomnia forced me to finally make the call, and wait anxiously. Once the day came for me to sit in front of this welcoming stranger, chosen for me by an in-take specialist, a tremendous amount of guilt pounded in my body. I began to shiver, like I was cold, though the Arizona temperature was a comfortable sixty degrees for January. This feeling I knew well. If you were ever sitting right next to me when this reaction appeared, you'd never know. It was a very internal environment. And it was ruining my life.
Jacqueline TomlinsonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheAmanda vs "Ana" Part 3
My sophomore year of high school was interesting, to say the least. I remember being happy that I was no longer a freshmen, but I didn't have much else to be happy about.
Amanda OlejniczakPublished 6 years ago in PsycheCoping with Social Anxiety
According to Mayo Clinic, social anxiety disorder (also known as social phobia) is essentially the feelings of nervousness, such as anxiety, fear, and self-consciousness, during everyday interactions. The most common being the fear of being judged or scrutinized by other people.
Monte brogdonPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMy OCD and Me
Anyone who has ever had OCD knows just how cruel it can be. The way it robs you of your happiness and your time, the way it makes you feel like you're going mad and isolates you from the world. What I find the most unbearable, though, is knowing that your worst enemy is inside your head. You can't run away from something that is a part of you.
Elizabeth VogelPublished 6 years ago in PsycheHow Anti-Depressants Gave Me Back My Life
I had my first anxiety attack when I was ten-years-old. I had just eaten a piece of cake and gone to bed. My mom wasn’t home, but my dad was downstairs watching television, and both my older siblings were asleep. All of a sudden, my stomach churned, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I immediately sat up, fear and nausea pulsing through me with equal force. Eventually the wave of nausea quieted, but the fear I had experienced with the nausea did not. The act of throwing up had always upset me (as it does many people), but for some reason, on this night, that one wave of nausea triggered something inside of me that would change my relationship to the world forever. I went downstairs to my dad and sat on the couch watching television with him until my mom came home, my whole body paralyzed with fear at the thought of throwing up.
Katja AlexandraPublished 6 years ago in PsycheQuit "Mething" Around, Man
There is no good place to start when revisiting my personal battle with meth addiction. It all started, perhaps, because the drugs were missing from my sex and rock and roll. Really they weren't; being a drummer in a rock and roll band obviously came with the cliché. Living in a town with a population under 1000 didn't make much of a difference either when it came to access. A college chemistry student coming home for spring break would "guinea pig" their home mixes of salts. Online dark web markets can send it directly to your mailbox, and they accept cash, credit, and crypto. In a pinch, the head cook at a local restaurant would even toss a bindle into a to-go box; the food may or may not have been eaten. As my tolerance and usage of this soluble substance increased, the more soluble everything else became.
Eli FredericksPublished 6 years ago in PsycheBest Apps for Anyone Living With Anxiety
Anxiety is a mental illness that can harm even the most emotionally strong people once it takes root. I ought to know; I've got trauma-induced anxiety alongside PTSD, and have been struggling with it for years.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in PsycheMedication Taking as the Key to Success
Taking my medication daily is something I do without thinking about it. I mean, I do not skip doses like many people I know. I chose medication since it helps regulate my body as well as my power. Without my meds, I’d be in bad shape. Skipping my medication could frankly kill me. I don’t get people who do this. I dump people like that. I can’t stand people who refuse medication on top of that. Stubborn people who refuse to take any medication. When a friend asks me why, I am at a loss for words. I stay friends with my stable friends.
Iria Vasquez-PaezPublished 6 years ago in PsycheBipolar and Schizophrenia Meds I Have Tried
Long before I found Geodon, I tried quite a few medications in order to get stable. The first I tried was Zyprexa, which didn’t take care of the whole problem right away. I was on a dose of 10 mg of Zyprexa when I was in junior college working on my A.A. in creative writing and my A.A. in anthropology. I was also on something like 75 mg of Effexor, and I was started on thyroid hormone at 20 in 2001. It didn’t get stable until 2002-2003. I was on Effexor until I got boils at San Francisco State, which appeared on my face. I had to beg them to lower the dose because of the side effects.
Iria Vasquez-PaezPublished 6 years ago in PsycheGoodbye Depression and 2017
Hello 2018! Thank goodness 2017 is gone! Not one to wish away time, but 2017 has been one of the most trying years of my life.
JS RedfearnPublished 6 years ago in Psyche