Author: Confessions

  • ‘Tis the Season…(I can’t breathe!)

    ‘Tis the Season…(I can’t breathe!)

    ‘Tis the season for pollination. Funny enough, that very line is rhythmically in time with “Deck the Halls” except now it’s more like “Decked in the face…with sinus pressure”. Fits perfectly doesn’t it? If you can recall, my post A Little Anthrax for your Anxiety detailed my most recent trip to the doctor. My trip was due…

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  • Sunday Confession: I’m not Ready for This…

    Sunday Confession: I’m not Ready for This…

    Two years ago I stepped on to the grounds of Piedmont International University a broken shell of a man just looking for a home. Two years later I’m staring at my impending college graduation with fear, joy, and sadness. “Quite the vast array of emotions there, Matty.” I suppose you could say that. Why though?…

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  • My Guest Post for Lucky Otter: Why Does Mental Illness Stigma Exist?

    My Guest Post for Lucky Otter: Why Does Mental Illness Stigma Exist?

    Originally posted on Lucky Otters Haven: In The Asylum, Unknown artist. Matthew Malin, owner and creator of the blog  Confessions, has written a wonderful guest post describing the history of mental illness stigma, going all the way back to Roman times.    Not only is the subject matter fascinating, but the unique historical perspective shows how the…

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  • A Little Anthrax for Your Anxiety

    A Little Anthrax for Your Anxiety

    It seems to me that illness continues to find me. Sickness also seems to invade my body when I’m the most relaxed. Take for instance this week: It’s our school’s “Spring Break” and I’ve finally had a few minutes to relax and enjoy life. Before this break I was working 20 hours a week (used…

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  • Throwback Thursday: Gone Fishin’

    Throwback Thursday: Gone Fishin’

    Florida summers were (are) brutal. It’s often said that Florida summers never end, they only take a short break. Want to experience the brisk chill of Fall? Enjoy that one day where it dips in to the 70’s! Winter? Ha! It could be 20 degrees outside and you’d still be drenched in sweat. It would…

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