Tag Archives: anxiety

not a blood relative.

Thanksgiving is only a few days away, and I can’t help dreading the gathering. Too many people all at once. It makes me anxious. And it’s not even that many people! Oh, I like seeing most of them, but I’m … Continue reading

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the burden.

I have had a long enough history with anxiety and depression to know the routine. Of course, it is not supposed to be a routine. I am supposed to be able to break out of the circle. And I do… … Continue reading

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a most important letter.

Dear Santa, I have a short list this year — just four requests. I know you’re a busy man and even just my small list is asking for too much. But I haven’t asked for anything for years… and I … Continue reading

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why I am here.

Journals. Stories. Letters. I’ve been writing since I was a kid. For years, my writing was confined to notebooks and paper kept safely hidden in drawers and closets. [Sometimes forgotten and later rediscovered…] And for years, I only shared my … Continue reading

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feeling it.

This afternoon I read a story I wrote years ago, and for the life of me, I cannot figure out how I ever managed to get through it. It made me incredibly anxious. It’s a good thing – a piece … Continue reading

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the metaphor.

In my early twenties, I received a book from my then-boyfriend. I can’t remember if it was a special occasion or not. But I do know he chose the book carefully, wanting to give me something with a message… something … Continue reading

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the five stages.

Denial. I am fine. It is normal for a teenager to have angst, to have bad days, to be sad. I’ll feel better tomorrow. Or the next day. There is nothing wrong with me. I’m not all that different from … Continue reading

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fighting the heart.

I am a woman driven by emotion. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Emotion fuels my creativity and I would never wish it away. The love story enthusiast inside me adores the sweet romantic picture of me this way … Continue reading

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