“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” The ball dropped and we kissed and smiled and danced around like idiots while surrounded by two million other people. Then, about five minutes into the new year I felt a sudden surge of anxiety creep up on me. What the hell has actually changed?
Read MoreAs people are counting down the days until break with excitement, I find myself counting down the days with hesitation. It’s not that I don’t want to go home- or maybe I actually don’t, I’m not really sure- but the stress of the holidays is what colors my image of the two weeks I’ll be spending with my family.
Read MoreI can’t remember my mother without schizophrenia. I still remember the first day that she was hospitalized. It was a few days before my ninth birthday when she suddenly began spewing incoherent nonsense.
Read More“Hello, this is the Univeristy of Akron counseling center, how can we help you today?” I choked out my rehearsed response: I had visited their website and screened myself as positive for clinical depression and anxiety and I needed help.
Read MoreA poem by Rhianna Vergeer
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