***Trigger Warning*** The following article deals with mental illnesses. I have a complicated disorder. An affliction that people can see. It all started as a child. I would pick my cracked lips until the blood trickled out. My tongue licked the crimson liquid, cleaning my wounds. Once my kisser healed, I did the awful deed all ...

Here it comes to without a warning. It does not allow me time to fight it. It slowly consumes my thoughts and I find it hard to do anything. My brain begins to feel the doors closing in. I feel trapped and alone with the worrying. Then I begin to feel anxious and nervous at ...