My research suggests John Jay wrote “To hope for the best and prepare for the worst, is a trite but a good maxim,” in 1813. So I will credit him to this quote knowing I didn’t make it up myself. It’s always been one that I stand by as my anxious brain plays out the worst-case scenario of every situation… Continue reading Hope for the best and prepare for the worst
When a person I care about does something I don’t agree with, I become overly vocal. I force myself opinions on them so they know exactly why they are wrong. Not all the time, only when something feels crucial. Taking on stress from others causes me great anxiety. It’s as if I’m trying to prevent them… Continue reading I’m Gonna Worry About Me
Maybe I should be grateful you’ve disappeared from my life. Though it’s hard to think that way, you’ve been a friend since we were pre-teens. Our lives both treacherous, though yours more so. A horrible mother who abused you, a stepfather who cried when he saw you because you reminded him of his dead daughter,… Continue reading Six Months of Silence from You
I lay in bed, my brain twisting with horrible thoughts. This weekend my husband takes two of our small children to a baseball game without me because I’ll stay home with the baby. A thousand scenarios race through my mind days before they leave. I can’t sleep and know I won’t be able to until… Continue reading Nightmares While I’m Awake
I can go into public places without fearing something will happen to my children or me. This is tremendous progress. Yesterday I went into a clothing store alone. I thought about leaving when the checkout line was long, but I was determined to stay and see the process through. Lines make me feel trapped, though… Continue reading I’m Okay. Why Do I Still Seek Therapy?
I sit at the public pool, it’s Ladies Night, and I’m surrounded by women I know. One of them is a school teacher who tells us about a body image lesson she is teaching her class. She tells us the average sized woman is five foot, four inches tall. The average weight is one hundred… Continue reading My Aging Body Image
I was born with anxiety. A fact that was not obvious to me until just recently. As a child, I compared myself to others and constantly searched for ways to please people without having to interact with them. I convinced myself that no one liked me, I was stupid and ugly. As I grew older… Continue reading The Different Stages of My Anxiety
I’m in a rather crisis situation with a friend I have known since we were little girls. I’m not even sure where to begin. We are both in our early forties, she lives over three hours from me, I believe she is going through a severe manic episode and I’m worried about her. When we… Continue reading How Do I Get My Friend Help?
Several years ago, it became hard to go into public places without using the “buddy system.” I’m not exactly sure why this happened but I believe it stemmed from years of infertility and the self-hatred that grew during that time. By doubting my body’s ability to do something as simple as procreating, I became fearful… Continue reading Social Anxiety: Earning My “I Voted” Sticker
When we try to move beyond something that haunts or hurts us an overnight remedy is simply unrealistic. I know this to be true yet I still search for that quick fix. Time and time again I find there are rarely easy answers. Lessons come with trial and error, as well as age. I guess… Continue reading Celebrating My Son’s Big Step with You