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Not Who I Am

March 21, 2017Mental Health, Relationshipsanxiety, dance, dancing, mental heath, weddingsEmily

The parent of one of my students asked about my upcoming wedding.

Parent: “So are you and your fiance taking dance lessons for your first dance?”
Me: “Oh no no. No, no, no.”
Parent (laughing): “I should have known, you’re both already great dancers, huh?”
Me: “Oh my god, NO. I mean, he is. I’m not.”
Parent: “Oh. So why not take lessons? Then you’ll be completely rehearsed and confident that night, you’ll know exactly what you’re doing, and you won’t have to worry!”
Me: “Yeah. That’s just not who I am as a person.”

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November 30, 2016Uncategorizedanxiety, anxiety disorder, depression, light box, light therapy, mental heath, mental illness, seasonal affective disorder, seasons, therapy, therapy lamp, winter, winter bluesEmily

Welp. Tis the season.

Crisis Averted

November 22, 2016Mental Healthanxiety, anxiety disorder, mental heath, mental illness, therapist, therapyEmily

That risky, terrifying moment when you break the protocol of assuming she’s a robot in order to confirm that your therapist has the same political views as you do.

She does.

She Ruins Every Idea

November 16, 2016Mental Healthanxiety, mental heath, mental illness, therapyEmily

Me: “I refuse to raise children in a Trump-led country. If I have to wait 4-8 years to start a family, then so be it.”

Therapist: “Ok but let’s be realistic. Because science.”

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Oh Hello, Seasonal Affective Disorder

November 7, 2016Mental Healthdepression, mental heath, mental illness, seasonal affective disorder, winterEmily

“No. No. It’s too early for this.”

— my doorman, to Eric, pointing at me wearing my Canada Goose knee-length puffy coat, Uggs, ear warmers, and gloves.

I’m fucking cold.

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Everything is Subjective

April 17, 2016Mental Health, Relationshipsanxiety, depression, fitness, heath, love, mental health, mental heath, mental illness, relationships, running, supportEmily

Eric, bless his soul, offered to escort me on today’s walk/jog, as he could see, thanks to a current low-level bout with depression, I was struggling to get started.

Three minutes in…

Me <internally>: This fucking sucks. I hate that I can’t run. I hate that all I can get my body to do is this pathetic, sluggish, barely-trot.

Eric (bouncing along next to me, 100% genuine and full of enthusiasm): “Wait– isn’t this running?”

No.

Joyous Moments

January 15, 2016Mental Healthmental heathEmily

When I think about the most joyous moments of my life, from childhood to present, I realize that there is an underlying, common theme.

They were all naps.

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