In the mornings when we have nowhere to go, I’ll sometimes let myself stay in pajamas till noon. When Bella goes down for a nap. This tends to work out well most days. My pajamas are not – they’re not usually thick. They consist of yoga pants and a flimsy t shirt. Sometimes no pants. Hey…
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The Anatomy of an Anxiety Attack
In the past few weeks, I’ve really been working on stopping thoughts that spin out of control into full blown, “OMG RUN FOR COVER WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE” episodes. It’s hard to catch them because often I don’t even realize I’m thinking/playing the scenes in my head until I’m distracted. But yesterday, I had…
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It’s stress. Not sadness.
I’m not depressed. I know that depression and anxiety usually are like twins, but I don’t feel that way. I feel anxious. A lot. I don’t feel sad. Or alone. Or depressed.