Last weekend, I decided to frame my college diploma. It had been in a box under my bed, and I honestly wanted to forget about it. But I felt that I owed this to myself. It's not because I'm particularly proud of having a degree or feel the need to remind myself and others of … Continue reading framing.
It was thought that his mother was his only close friend. When she ordered her coffee, she smiled eagerly as if to thank us for the space we gave her son. But her eyes betrayed the pain I've come to recognize in parents who feel to blame for their children's unhappiness. … Continue reading evan.
Last week marked the end of a four-week stay in Ann Arbor where I took classes in social science research methods as part of a graduate summer program. The trip was an important part of my journey in living with anxiety and healing my relationship with school. Not only am I insecure when it comes … Continue reading summer camp.
I believe that the bravest thing I can do as an anxious person is to be accepting of uncertainty and open to ambiguity. The passage of time and the uncertainty that comes with it is a source of anxiety for many highly sensitive types, myself included. The five-week gap between the end of my spring … Continue reading time.
I started doing yoga a little over a year ago. Before then, I had written off yoga as something that wasn't for me, mostly because the only people I knew who did it were self-righteous chardonnay-drinking soccer moms from my neighborhood. I thought yoga was an inadequate substitute for real exercise, and I was skeptical … Continue reading honor.
by Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val (1865-1930), from The Prayer Book for Jesuits, 1963.O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.From the desire of being esteemed,Deliver me, Jesus. From the desire of being loved...From the desire of being extolled ...From the desire of being honored ...From the desire of being praised ...From the desire of being … Continue reading litany.
In crafting the first part of my narrative, I am unsure whether to make it a story about anorexia specifically. While anorexia is a disorder that controlled most of my teenage years and may have left me with permanent health problems, I choose to see it as symptomatic of the complexities of teenage anxiety, the … Continue reading story of a body.
My first year of graduate school ended this week. After returning some library books and meeting with my mentor, I headed back to my car congratulating myself on a successful year, but unable to shake a growing cold feeling in my stomach. In a few weeks, I head out to an academic summer camp at … Continue reading on change and aloneness.
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes … Continue reading the velveteen rabbit.
A note on this work: I have always secretly wanted the experience of sitting in a coffee shop writing a blog post. At the age of 25, I am proud to have achieved that life goal. “Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.” - Aeschylus Stuck in time. Those are the words that intuitively … Continue reading hi, i’m muriel.