Category: Inner Fears

Today’s Self-Medication: Avoidance Never prescribed by a doctor or other professional, avoidance is an easy drug for those of us suffering from social anxiety. We seem to be fine on the outside, passing our day just like anyone else you walk by on the sidewalk. However, those of us with social anxiety go to great […]

Compromise? I won’t compromise my health. I used to shift myself into all sorts of uncomfortable positions in some vain attempt to appease others. Though, now I fear I am watching as the people I love pretzel themselves in acrobatic swings and dives just so I don’t have to go out of my way or […]

You lied about the lies that you lied about. Nothing like some LL Cool J to get this post started, am I right? or am I already overly obnoxious? Either way, I’ll take my chances. I won’t offend your intelligence with a history of why lying isn’t the jazziest thing in the world, but if […]

I often have some down time where I think about the future. Not just the future of The Bipolar Writer, this blog and my memoir, but the where I go from my current problems. My inner fears start of cause real doubts in my mind, even if they are just temporary. It’s my natural instinct […]