The Orange Bead Collection

            I was twelve years old when it first began. It started out small; making sure all the doors were locked, checking the windows in my room four times each night, not walking down the odd aisles at the market. It was a control to the overwhelming anxiety attacks taking place multiple times a day because nothing felt right. My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ran my entire life and it changed me into a person that is so difficult to offer to you guys so vulnerably.                 If I could write my entire relationship with my OCD this story could be...

"Where do I even start?" These were the first words I uttered, shocked, to McKenna Lee Campbell's father when I called him in Illinois early Monday morning. McKenna and I have no relation to each other, no friends in common, and have never met each other, however I felt the need to find Dan Campbell's number and tell him how special his daughter is to me. "How do I even start?" I said, sitting in my bed with a pit in my stomach and tears in my eyes, "I don't even quite know why, but I thought it was important...

  I invite you to spend the day in the shoes of someone with bipolar depression:The alarm rings at 4:45am and after multiple snooze buttons you agonizingly wind yourself up, often purposefully hitting the ground with a loud thud so the force could jolt you into reality. You reach for the adderall because it's the only thing that keeps you going.First one in the office, 6am--you don't even bother to turn on the lights before sitting down at your desk. As you put your headset on to begin your cold calls, crippling anxiety sets in. Don't pick up, don't pick...

Some think that after you graduate your undergrad university, you forget all about your Greek life affiliation. I have to admit that I have heard folks talking about how they WERE in a certain fraternity or sorority, however I sill consider myself an active alumni (even if I still haven't paid my alum dues, whoops!). Some of the strongest supporters of my journey down the road of facing Depression and Anxiety have been my sisters. Countless numbers of emails, texts, and letters have been sent by my Delta Gamma sisters from my chapter, ordering bracelets and offering encouragement. I have...