I hate to say it, but I am a party pooper. Not for your parties, my own. Social anxiety affects many facets of my life; it does not take a break on my birthday.
I am a tragic creative. No, not distressed or sorrowful. I mean tragic in the way that mid-2000’s teens insult you. I am sure you are too; trying to balance creative endeavors, taking care of your physical and mental health, and probably working a full-time job you don’t love.
Today, we are taking a break from being cynical and appreciating our friends.
Fall is upon us! Let’s take a moment to celebrate the joys of autumn.
I was nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award.
After months of being shrouded in mystery, I decided to reveal a little more about myself; what better way to do that by completing a Meet the Blogger tag.
In the sixth installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla can’t sleep. Her intrusive alarm clock keeps her up at night.
Some friendship can be draining. Make sure you protect yourself and your energy.
On a whim, I walked into a tattoo shop and left with a new piece and a new outlook.
Everyday noises can send a searing pain through my head and neck, increase my anxiety, or make me incredibly irritable. It is not a fun experience. I knew going to this concert would be a challenge but my excitement and forgetfulness overshadowed my need to be prepared.