The Occasional Other

I’ve learned a lot about the word “sorry”. When I say “I’m sorry”, I’m sincere and genuine about it. However, in life, I’ve learn how empty saying “I’m sorry” can often be. By being bullied and picked on, I learned empathy and forgiveness even though someone was verbally hurting and bullying me. I hold no…

I have always showed signs of social anxiety since I was real young. As a child, I was labeled shy, antisocial and sensitive. I had large gatherings especially at school or with other adults. I always felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. My body would always freeze for a few minutes whether it was…

I have always struggled with some sort of chronic stress. I was always unable to manage it especially when I was younger. I was always on the go. I was always trying to make my dad proud of me. I got good grades, made honors, and overall a “good kid”. On to of that, I…

As someone with OCD, I am always questioning the things I say or do. I guess you can say I want to be flexible. I want that but then my social anxiety kicks in and I hold back or feel embarrassed if I will say something wrong. When others use the term “OCD” to bring…

I have been sort-of a work-a-holic most of my existence. Even when I had things to do or certain things going on or even when I just was not 100%, I kept on going as nothing was wrong. I was either stubborn or in denial that I needed to rest or even set limitations for…