Yesterday night, I went to my first ever Ceilidh.
For those who aren’t Scottish, don’t have Scottish friends, or don’t have an obscure love of bagpipes, a Ceilidh is a social Scottish dance that tends to happen around Burns Night. 453 more words
In moderation, this particular negative self talk can actually alleviate my anxiety. No, I’m not a special case being nonbinary, trans and bipolar. Yes, there are plenty of other people with dissociative identity disorder–something barely anyone talks about publicly (including me, this is the first I’ve spoken on it but I will blog about it)… And guess what? 249 more words