I am what I would describe as high functioning. Despite living with clinical depression, anxiety and at times a slew of other issues, I have been fortunate in that I’ve managed to hold myself together for the most part. Gathering the courage to ask for help from medical professionals wasn’t the hard part for me, and I am thankful for that. It was getting people to listen that was the problem. Continue reading “On #BellLetsTalk Day Let’s Not Forget to Listen”
I am an anxious person. I wish I wasn’t, but the truth is I worry about everything. I worry about things before they happen, as they’re happening, and after they’ve happened. I worry about things that will never happen. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night worrying. Other times I can’t sleep at all because I’m worrying. I make people text me when they get home. I check all my doors twice. I take Ativan when it all gets to be a bit too much.
For the longest time I accepted my anxiety as just part of who I was. I’m a worrier! I’d say. I come from a family of worriers! It’s in my blood! But last year I started getting sick of my anxiety. I wanted to go one day without imagining the worst possible thing was going to happen. I wanted to embrace this care free spirit I knew was inside of me. I wanted to take chances without fear of retribution. I wanted to sleep better at night and worry less. Continue reading “On anxiety and yoga”