It’s been two years since I last let my life be dictated by my anxiety. One year since I started talking about it. Seven hours since my last mental breakdown.
Continue reading “Two. One. Seven. Numbers of Kristina’s Anxiety.”
It’s been two years since I last let my life be dictated by my anxiety. One year since I started talking about it. Seven hours since my last mental breakdown.
Continue reading “Two. One. Seven. Numbers of Kristina’s Anxiety.”
I’m gonna try to ignore the sword hanging above my head that just so happens to start with a G & takes place in may for as long as humanly possible…just kidding I took that nonsense known as the GRE today and realized I can’t keep ignore it for very much longer.
Continue reading “A little bit of denial never hurt, right?”
Hi my name is Kristina.
A couple posts in and you’d think I wouldn’t have to say this but to be frank, it’s hard for people to comprehend that.
Ah. Thanksgiving is right around the corner. I can already taste the traffic that awaits me on my journey home. All jokes aside, I realize that I’m closely approaching the home stretch of this fall semester. So deadlines, exams and my highly anticipated trip to India are a lot closer than I pretend they’re not.
As my senses get tackled by this country’s overwhelming need to make everything ooze Christmas ever since the clocks hit 12:01am on November 1st, I realize we’re getting close to one of the holidays I have an immense love / hate for.
It’s odd that one of the most therapeutic things I only started doing because my older cousin stopped doing it.