About Us
On September 21, 2007 I went on my very first and very last first date as a college student. I had met Matt just about a month earlier on the first day of school. I had been given a full ride theater scholarship at my local community college. I had no idea walking into that Theater Appreciation class, that I would meet my future husband. Matt had a speech scholarship, and while the theater director was the assistant coach of the speech team, he convinced Matt to take some theater classes, and to audition for a play, the first play I would audition for there. The rest, they say, is history.
We got married on February 25, 2012, after years of concerts, parties with theater friends, plays, and laughter. Just about a month before our wedding was when the anxiety really started coming through. It wasn't mine, but Matt's. Matt says that looking back now he sees that he had some serious anxiety as a kid and teen, but never really thought of it as such. The change he was feeling the month leading up to our wedding was almost too much for him to handle, almost. He handled it well, and here we are, living our best life.
Over the years, his anxiety has only gotten worse. I however, have only gotten better at dealing with it, I think. I grew up in a house of mental illnesses, I've spent my whole life surrounded by it. Both siblings, as well as my mother have some sort of mental illness. I however, was lucky enough to miss that gene, mostly. I guess, you could say I do have a touch of anxiety, a few panic attacks here and there, but when I say a few, I mean like five in my whole life.
I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. I'm just a women, who has been surrounded by mental illness for 30 years. I married the best man I have ever met and love him with everything I have. I am the other side of mental illness, the side that has plans cancelled, not because I don't want to go, but because he doesn't. I'm the one who does the holding up of someone way larger than me when he doesn't think he can handle it anymore. I'm the one who gives the pep talks about how going to that party will be fine, and we can leave whenever he feels overwhelmed. I am also the one who gets mad when I really wanted us to go to the family gathering, and now I'm alone and have to answer the "where is Matt" question. I'm also the one who sometimes loses it and screams "I don't know what you want me to do!" I'm the one that smiles when we leave somewhere I really wanted to be, but on the inside I kind of want to cry.
Being the other side of anxiety is hard, really hard, but it is not even a tenth of how hard it is to be him. So, I have learned to smile, hold him up, and be the strong one, because I'll never know how awful living with a mental illness must be.
I'm the other side...
We got married on February 25, 2012, after years of concerts, parties with theater friends, plays, and laughter. Just about a month before our wedding was when the anxiety really started coming through. It wasn't mine, but Matt's. Matt says that looking back now he sees that he had some serious anxiety as a kid and teen, but never really thought of it as such. The change he was feeling the month leading up to our wedding was almost too much for him to handle, almost. He handled it well, and here we are, living our best life.
Over the years, his anxiety has only gotten worse. I however, have only gotten better at dealing with it, I think. I grew up in a house of mental illnesses, I've spent my whole life surrounded by it. Both siblings, as well as my mother have some sort of mental illness. I however, was lucky enough to miss that gene, mostly. I guess, you could say I do have a touch of anxiety, a few panic attacks here and there, but when I say a few, I mean like five in my whole life.
I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. I'm just a women, who has been surrounded by mental illness for 30 years. I married the best man I have ever met and love him with everything I have. I am the other side of mental illness, the side that has plans cancelled, not because I don't want to go, but because he doesn't. I'm the one who does the holding up of someone way larger than me when he doesn't think he can handle it anymore. I'm the one who gives the pep talks about how going to that party will be fine, and we can leave whenever he feels overwhelmed. I am also the one who gets mad when I really wanted us to go to the family gathering, and now I'm alone and have to answer the "where is Matt" question. I'm also the one who sometimes loses it and screams "I don't know what you want me to do!" I'm the one that smiles when we leave somewhere I really wanted to be, but on the inside I kind of want to cry.
Being the other side of anxiety is hard, really hard, but it is not even a tenth of how hard it is to be him. So, I have learned to smile, hold him up, and be the strong one, because I'll never know how awful living with a mental illness must be.
I'm the other side...
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