The Mental Anguish of The Chubby Girl With Braces.

Sounds just how i feel


At 18 years old I should be going out with friends and celebrating completing the Leaving Cert. How nice that would actually be. If only I had friends. In my little village people love gossip they love controversy but they don’t love “crazy,” that’s me, I’m the crazy girl.

This “crazy” began in October 2014 I was in fifth year and I was diagnosed with an Anxiety Disorder. A definition of anxiety being “an abnormal and overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear often marked by physiological signs (as sweating, tension, and increased pulse), by doubt concerning the reality and nature of the threat, and by self-doubt about one’s capacity to cope with it.” My definition of anxiety is hell.

In November 2014 I began therapy. Every Wednesday at two my mother and I would head an hour away to have me sit in a room in Middleton and talk about my “feelings.” This is definitely not what happened. First…

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