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The past few months, I haven’t given any time to writing music, which is something I used to be very passionate about. Music used to be a big coping mechanism for me for dealing with my anxiety. Any negative emotions I felt could easily be expressed through writing a song.
Ever since I started my freshman year of college this August, I have tried to develop new and healthier habits. While some of the habits were as menial as getting at least six hours of sleep, some of my newly acquired habits required a bit more skill. One of the habits I have been trying to develop is saying thank you to compliments.
I recently ran my first ever race and it got me thinking about how
exercise has played a role in my mental health. Finishing the race was a huge victory for me, for a couple of reasons.
The blog post includes mentions of eating disorders. Please read with caution if any of these items triggers or upsets you.
As the weather cools, the sky darkens, and the color of the leaves change, so do our behaviors and attitudes. The term often used is “seasonal affective disorder.” Our energies begin to compare with the depleting elements in our environment.
The past few weeks have been particularly rough for me in regards to my anxiety. I’ve been experiencing a range of slight nervousness to full on panic attacks. You probably have had similar experiences. In the middle of a panic attack, it’s difficult to stay grounded and rationalize your behavior.
You’ve probably heard the phrase before: laughter is the best medicine. While it may not be the cure for any disease, it helps relieve some of the pain that can come with them.
It’s impossible to be in control of our emotions all the time. After all, we’re only human, and we react to things in different ways as they happen, whether we want to or not.
Take a moment to think of scents that make you happy. It could be the smell of your favorite food, your significant other’s perfume, or the scent of opening up a new binder.
This is a poem I wrote about anxiety and how things that feel catastrophic now aren’t always worth the time and stress we tend to waste on them.
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