“I ran because I truly believed there was something waiting in the woods that would hurt me”. At the age of five anxiety crept it’s way into my life, it came in the form of night terrors, thoughts of being kidnapped, and difficulty fitting in with other kids.

“Stranger Danger” was preached to me by my parents, teachers, and even on television. It became so engraved in me that I started to perceive almost everything as a threat. There was one instance that I saw a man outside my school after the bell had rang, and in my little mind I thought he fit the bill of a kidnapper. The following day my mom brought me into the principal’s office, where I brought my tiny Ken doll’s shoes to help describe what the “suspect” looked like. As it turns out, the did track this man down and he was a parent, waiting to pick up his children. My vivid imagination combined with anxiety caused me to be perceived as a difficult child.

Throughout my childhood my anxious thoughts and feelings lead to many forms of punishment by the adults in my life. I was told I was a liar, and made to write “I will not lie” after thinking I was being followed home from day camp one day. My daydreaming often frustrated teachers, so I was forced to stand in the hallway for long periods of time. It was during my visits in these hallways that I experience what I now know as panic attacks.
As The Years Passed
My feelings of unworthiness grew as I reached my teens. I experienced severe bullying in middle school, fueling the fire of my poor self image. I turned to self harming behaviours as a way to cope. This behaviour lead to:
- Depression
- Body Dysmorphia
- Social Anxiety
- Attempted Suicide
- Withdrawing from my academics
We accept the love we think we deserve
The Perks of Being a Wallflower

In my teens and early 20’s I found myself stuck in toxic relationships and friendships. I turned to substance abuse, at first it was a way of fitting in. I began to see using substances as a tool to numb my pain and what I now can recognize as a way to dissociate. I was living a life of self sabotage.
Enter Social Media
I was in my early 20’s when I actively starting using social media, I found it to be a really complex thing to navigate. I started to compare my lives to others, and what was meant as a way of connecting others, started to make me feel more alone than ever.
I followed many pages that I thought could boost how I was feeling about social media, and that would “drown out” my depression.
I started prescribing to quotes such as:
I placed so much pressure on myself to live up to these quotes. I grew frustrated when I couldn’t simple “choose to be happy”. I felt like I was weak. At social gatherings I had a constant worry that no one would want to be around me on my “off” nights because everyone would be able to sense that my “vibe” wasn’t good.

Eventually there was a turning point in my life, where I finally felt seen, heard and had all of my feelings validated. This was the beginning of me taking the steps I needed to start my healing journey. It wasn’t easy, it still isn’t easy.
My healing began when I started therapy in 2016. Then, in 2018 I was finally given a diagnosis – This was very bittersweet for me.

Adult ADD – Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder is not limited to children — 30% to 70% of kids with ADHD continue having symptoms when they grow up. In addition, people who were never diagnosed as kids may develop more obvious symptoms in adulthood, causing trouble on the job or in relationships. Many adults don’t realize they have ADHD, leaving them mystified about why their goals seem to slip out of reach.

Some of the ways GAD presented itself in my adult life:
- Fear of driving because of an accident happening
- Fear of being fired from a job I received praise at
- Fear of showering when I am home alone
- Night terrors, at least a few times a week
- Breathing and Chewing too loudly around others
- Constant worrying about my loved ones health
- Nervous habits: Chewing my lips
- Anxiety and Panic attacks
- Staying in situations I’m uncomfortable in
(A lot of these have mellowed out, but some I am still working on, and that’s okay)

C-PTSD, which is less commonly known and often mistaken for PTSD.
The difference between the two is Complex PTSD is often caused by long term trauma, and repeated trauma. So for me, this was suffering neglect in my childhood as well as being in abusive partnerships. I suffer from many triggers that cause flashbacks and panic attacks, sometimes the flashbacks come at night while I’m sleeping. I have the tools now that I need to recognize when and what is happening. One of the most important tools I found came from this book: “From Surviving to Thriving” by Pete Walker.

I battled a lot after being diagnosed to make sure I didn’t let my mental illness define who I was and here’s what I found out:
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