The First Post

I’ve been struggling to figure out what the ‘right’ first post should be. My mind has been racing with ideas but none of them have seemed quite right.

The main thing holding me back from just writing was that the topic needed to be “right”. It needed to be something to capture the attention of my audience right away. I had put this huge responsibility on my chest to figure it out so that it could be perfect for when I started telling people about my blog. Eventually, I became so frustrated with myself that I decided to just start a draft post and work from there. I quickly realized that all this time, all I needed to do was start writing and see where it took me. As soon as I started writing all of my thoughts came together and I understood that this is exactly the reason I decided to blog about anxiety, so that I could share my personal experience.

My anxiety, most of the time, manifests as a fear of what people think of me. This has been something I’ve been working on since my freshman year of college, before I even had a name for it. With writing this first post, I had a fear that people would read it, not be impressed and never come back to the blog again. I had this fear knowing full well that no one’s blog goes viral with the first post and that I’m doing this because it will be a really cool growth experience when I look back on the first posts. That’s exactly what anxiety is though, having this fear, even if it was obvious that I didn’t have much to be afraid of . The people who connect with me and my content are the only readers I want anyway . And there are tons of people with anxiety who could benefit from reading my experience.


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As cheesy as they can be, inspirational quotes have helped me realize some of the most obvious things. No wonder that Dr. Seuss quote popped back in my mind a few days ago. It was my subconscious (lol) reminding me that I just need to do me and just start writing.

Although it was a little bit silly to worry about what people think, the fear stems from our culture’s view of mental illness. Mental health is not talked about as much as it should and people generally view mental health secondary to physical health. Here’s a couple facts: Anxiety disorders are the most common mental illness in the US and they affect over 40 million adults in the US (source). Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease (also known as acid reflux), one of the most common physical illnesses, is thought to affect 10-20 million people in the US (source). Anxiety affects over DOUBLE the people who have acid reflux, yet people still don’t really talk about it personally.

In addition to those 40 million adults with an anxiety disorder, I’d say that every. single. person. has experienced anxiety at some point in their life. It’s just part of being a person. Everyone deals with it when they approach big milestones and/or small events. The majority of my friends who graduated with me had at least some anxiety approaching our new found adulthood.

SOOO I’m going to let it all hang out, let my freak flag fly, and start blogging about my personal experience. If it helps one person, it will be worth it.


I can’t wait to start blogging about my journey. I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.

ALSO: In the future I need to listen to Kevin G before I spend a week worrying about something that doesn’t matter.


8 thoughts on “The First Post

  1. Keep writing, Morrie. Bird-by-Bird (ever read that book?) I’m proud of you. (And if you ever wondered/wanted to know what I think of you, I’ve always just…liked you–as a little girl and a big girl.) Looking forward to dinner in August (and the Schoolhouse in a couple of weeks?


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