The Quarter Life Crisis of an Ashkenazi Princess

Social anxiety and making/maintaining friends is one of the bigger struggles in my life, so it's only fitting that I would journal about it frequently. The thing with anxiety and depression is, you never know when you're going to be in a "funk." And when you are, at least for me, it's hard to appreciate or recognize any of my friendships. I become extremely insecure, worry that nobody really likes me, or that I don't add value to any friend group.  But sometimes, a string of events will happen to pick me up out of my episode and make me realize that I don't have it nearly as bad as I think.  A few days ago, I went out to dinner with Hannah Nemery. Hannah and I used to be best friends all throughout preschool, elementary, and middle school. She "dumped" me in high school around the same time Julia did. I don't hold any grudges, though, because Hannah was going through a really tough time. She started developing an eating disorder in 8th grade ...

The reason I started this blog was because I was tired of writing in a tiny journal hunched over in my bed. My hand hurt. And I thought I would be more motivated to write if I could type, because I'm much faster at typing and in my opinion it's more satisfying. Call this my Carrie Bradshaw moment. Since I refuse to get a therapist for some reason (even though I speculate I've needed one for quite some time), this is one of the self-care items I'm trying out. I've been journaling since the spring but need a more permanent place to rant to no one.  Tonight is a particularly hard night. Well, to be honest, the last four days have been pretty bad. It started on Friday night when I went out to dinner/drinking with Danielle, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's brother. I drank way too much because I was having a horrible time. The brother was trying to be suave, and I was super depressed having to watch danielle and her boyfriend be cute and gross. Not only did it remi...