Quarantine Quirks: Social Anxiety

We're all so weird. Universally. We're bananas. And that's okay. I used to look around and think "God, how do all these people have their shit so together, and I'm a mess?" But then I realized that they don't. Have their shit together, that is. Everyone's got stuff they're muddling through. Some of us just... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Anxious. You’re Anxious.

I woke up on Monday so anxious that my arms were numb. When I relayed this information to Simon later, he thought I was pretty nonchalant about what he was convinced may have been a fatal malady. But this is not my first rodeo. I know precisely how my anxiety manifests. And the cold, lack... Continue Reading →

Anxiety & Parenting (What a Fun Mix!)

I get real quippy about my anxiety sometimes. Because it's easier to be glib and light-hearted about anxiety than to admit that sometimes it threatens to suck all the air (and joy) out of my world. And, also... I'm fortunate that, over the years, people (qualified, professional people) have given me tools to cope with... Continue Reading →

There Is Nothing to Apologize For

I've been pondering a bit more how my anxiety manifests itself on the daily. It's been a companion of mine since I was 8 years old. And, truth is, we've settled into our own kind of peace, my anxiety & I. I've developed workarounds and strategies. Sometimes I just tell it to STFU. But it's... Continue Reading →

What Did I Do Over the Memorial Day Weekend? Told My Anxiety to Suck It.

7 years ago, I couldn't even manage to go out and get COFFEE with my friend who visited this weekend. I mean, it's true that she's kind of infinitely cool. I'm totally not. But anxiety is more than being afraid someone won't like you... it's a fear of being seen that is so deep, and so horrifying, that running away feels like the only answer, even when what you desire most is connection.

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