There is an ache within my soul that is unceasing. It’s nestled, no bigger than a fist, in the center of my chest where each side of my rib cage meets. No manner of deep breathing, Zen study or psychological analysis can lessen its chronic throb. No mantra, no medication, no light-hearted comedy can erode its compressed sorrow. It is a black hole.
My name is Sacha and I have something to confess. I have anxiety. Terrible anxiety. I have had it for as long as I can remember. I am twenty-four years old and my anxiety hasn’t gotten any better. If anything, my anxiety has gotten worse.
Back to School has come and gone. Social media feeds were filled with photos of happy, well-dressed kids. Parents and kids alike were proud and excited, about new beginnings, fresh starts– it was breathtaking and beautiful. It can also be bittersweet if your child suffers from anxiety.
I can’t remember the first time I felt depressed. It started with bouts of crying. There was no end to it. I felt sad all the time. After a specifically bad period of two weeks of non stop crying, I went to the doctor.
Mental Health Guest Post Mental health is something that I am extremely passionate about. Over the past 8-10 years I've suffered from depression, anxiety, panic attacks, and an eating disorder. I've been seen by multiple doctors on the subject of my mental health. What I've learned is, medicine isn't the enemy, whatever you suffer from... Continue Reading →
I was diagnosed with Anxiety and Depression at the age of 20, after a bad time in my life, where I hurt myself and tried to take my own life, I spoke to a friend about what I was going through and they convinced me to go to the doctor. I had the fortunate chance of having friends around me that were going through similar things, so they were a very good support system for me.