I write, I edit, I sing, I panic. I feel grateful every day for dairy-free Ben & Jerry's.
There was once a time—a long, long time—when coffee shops were home to me.
In my college town, in every city I visited (often traveling alone), in various cozy spots throughout Chicago — the ambiance, the comfy chairs and wobbly…
Oh you. Oh you, thinking video is a cure for my panic disorder.
My mental illness started getting debilitatingly bad in the fall of 2015.
The way I think about my diagnosis is not unlike how I think about my Myers-Briggs type (INFP, by the way).