Never a Failure, Always a Lesson

“I Could Never Be a Stay Home Mom,” I said. Before you shrug this off, I promise this isn’t some guilty plug intended to make parents feel like they should stay home with their kids. This post is to explain the negative energy we can put into something that scares us. Maybe, I still have... Continue Reading →

Anxiety or Just Normal

Am I being anxious or is this how normal people feel? This is a question I ask myself every day. Different circumstances call for different answers, but it’s not always black and white. The amount of gray area coming into play is significant. It wasn’t very long ago that I discovered my anxiety leaks out... Continue Reading →

Like People, Hate Strangers

Being around friends and like minded people, sharing stories and our emotional ups and downs of life, is something I cherish. Plus, I love making a new friend and hearing all about their life. I’m a question asker and I soak it all in when someone is willing to share. However, when I am thrust... Continue Reading →

Let That Sh– Go

Things in life have a tendency to pile up and then come raining down on us at unforgiving times. We move through the sludge quickly/slowly/gracefully/ugly. It’s still the journey, no matter how long it takes us to get there and whatever missteps we take along the way. We pick up the lessons needed along the... Continue Reading →

Fear Heckles Us from the Sideline

The Bipolar Writer

While my insights here point to my own personal fight with anxiety, I believe anyone overcoming a sizable obstacle can relate.

At this point I am well beyond the stage where I’m confused about my body’s involuntary reactions to certain situations. The heavy chest, hard-to-breathe, head tingling, inability to concentrate, and tunnel vision feeling is hardly new. I’ve got years under my belt with this; therefore, I have developed coping and avoidance techniques to help me get by. Albeit, not always the healthiest choices. What happens after we finally jump over the obstacles in front of us is unknown to me. The unknown is something I am not very comfortable with.

I have put in a lot of muscle to appear normal and cheerful to the outside world, and it works. Any time I tell someone I suffer from social anxiety they say “Really? I had no idea.” That is…

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