Young, Wild, and Anxious

Living Life One Panic Attack at a Time



My name is Sarah, I’m a 27 year old female who enjoys dance, fitness, sports, reading, overthinking my Spotify playlists, psychoanalyzing every person I’ve ever met, wandering into the open houses of homes I could never afford, laughing at my own jokes, murder documentaries, run-on sentences, and hiking.

And about a year ago I was diagnosed with Panic Disorder.

For reasons I still don’t fully understand, I decided to be extremely transparent about this with people. When I talked about my diagnosis and experiences to others, I was shocked at the number of people I knew struggling with severe levels of anxiety. The relief on their faces when I told them that I was struggling too, is the reason I started this blog.

In the past, when I have read other blogs about mental health, it made me feel icky and cold and bored. Anxiety is scary and uncomfortable and SUCKS. Trust me, I know.

But, it’s also kind of funny.

Anxiety is what kept us safe when we were cave people. It was like, “Ehem.. ok, totally not a huge deal, just a real quick thing, don’t freak out, but there’s a lion up ahead, might wanna re-route. Maybe a little faster. Pick up the pace. FUCKING RUN DAVE!” And then Dave lived because his anxiety saved him from the lion.

Well we (most of us) don’t run from lions anymore, but our anxiety is still trying to save us from being lion bate. I mean, c’mon…that’s a little funny. Bodies are weird.

Laughter Makes Shitty Situations a Little Less Shitty

Fair Warning: Because of my strong belief that laughter makes shitty situations a little less shitty, you can expect aggressive levels of sarcasm and swearing, because I think it’s funny, and this is my blog. So if sarcasm and swearing and being fun offends you, there’s a strong chance you will hate me as a person.

Please exit the vehicle.

To those of you with a sense of humor, please remain seated, and keep all arms and legs inside the ride at all times.


-Gossip Girl (I had to at least once)