anxiety
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One morning, M woke up living the bachelor life, and that night he went to bed with me and my dog as his new roommates. My ex had finally scared me enough to flee the state, and seek safety in another. I didn’t tell anyone why I fled. Shame kept my mouth shut. I was…
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When I first started seeing my last psychologist, I couldn’t stand him. He was the complete opposite of me in personality. Where I was emotional, dramatic, and spoke in metaphors, he was logic, reality, truth, and straightforward. I kept seeing him only because he provided me an out. For one whole hour, I could escape…
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Be objective. This is perhaps the most difficult, because I’m so engrossed in my own subjective truth about myself, but with time, energy, and patience, it’s possible. This has been the biggest help, next to my tattoos. I may feel like I weigh hundreds of pounds, and I may see an obese woman looking back…
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Body Dysmorphia used to be debilitating for me. It had become my identity. I was anorexic, I self-harmed, I was anxious, depressed, and filled with self-hatred. Once I was able to overcome self-harming, it led me to a path of learning how to cope with body dysmorphia. Here’s how I do it. One of the…
Objectively Truthful 