Adventure One: Setting Sail

My first adventure was therapy. Stepping into that vacuous little office--an island split from whirring reality-- the white sound machine cut off auditory stimuli beyond my present space. The great black couch was void except for a tissue box. Its patterned carton was like a skull of one of those brave few who had passed through before me; unable to fend their own demons, they had cowered weakly to allow their minds to be infiltrated. 

I was embarking into frightening terrain. A seesawing feeling came over me as I sat on the couch, which engulfed me in black leather. My feet were groundless, dangling off its high seat. But, no. I was not merely on an island. Like Jim Hawkins in Treasure Island, who hid in a barrel of apples aboard a pirate ship, I had entered a moving vessel where I was hiding amid peril. I realized this as I began to fill out a quiz to find what was wrong with me. Low self-esteem, social anxiety, depression, did I dare say occasional thoughts of suicide? The real feat was yet to come. An expedition into my fear.

I have had anxiety for most of my life that has inhibited me greatly.

My family loves me, but this has tested their own sanity.

 It was becoming too much. 

That was before I started therapy a few months ago. It turns out, after you venture out of the apple barrel and fight a few scurvy pirates, you get a butt-load of gold. My therapist pulled me out of the muck. If you know anyone who needs therapy, he is just amazing. http://www.drheadman.com/

With my last semester of my undergraduate degree underway, I'm ready for much more daring enterprises that challenge me. I hope to chronicle these adventures here in this blog as I face my sundry fears-- As I succeed; As I fail; As I sail into living. 


My first adventure since therapy? Facing my fear--of fingernail art.












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