The Sad Case of Having Pinkies

Dear Friends, Today, I’d like to talk about an anxiety symptom I haven’t talked about in the past. This symptom is annoying, but mild in comparison with most of my symptoms being so much worse. Let’s talk about those for a minute. Anxiety attacks/panic attack symptoms are hard things. A lot of times they mimic…

October Slide

I had to press pause on my Last Diet Ever.  I have NOT given up.  Not at all, but let me tell you a little story. Once upon a time there was a girl that loved Octobers.  When the hot hazy days of summers drifted off into bright cool mornings and golden-hued leaves, she found…

Into-and out of-the dark

I write about anxiety, usually.  It’s kind of my thing.  I had my first panic attack in 1993 at the age of 16.  My anxiety went into remission and reared it’s ugly head, again, in 2005 and it kind of hasn’t gone away since then.  I can’t tell you that it’s a daily struggle, right…

Cinco de Mom

Five years  ago this morning she was here.  Barley.  Not really.  I think by then she was probably more than half way between here and there.  I think she’d been there for a while.  She hadn’t been lucent in so long.  A gift, I guess. I didn’t say goodbye.  Not in so many words.  I…

Soda So Long

Well, except that I’d call it pop, but I couldn’t think of a witty title that included the word pop, so I went with soda. I have anxiety.  I also chronically over breath.  Both of those things can cause heart palpitations.   Heart palpitations, while not abnormal nor dangerous can really make anxious people more anxious. …

Five Years (almost) Crazy Free

Last night, I was putting Baby Bee to sleep when I made a rather big discovery.  Something about laying on the floor in the dark, with my arm shoved through the crib rails made me remember that it had been five years since I had reclaimed my life (mostly) from panic and anxiety disoder. Let’s…

You

I can’t say I’m surprised to see you, sitting there in my favorite chair.  Cantered back, leaning on the arm like you own the joint. Did you miss me, you ask.  You already know the answer. Can’t say that I did.  I cross my arms.  You make me nervous, but I’m trying not to show…

Boogie Men, Personal Demons and Change

It’s messy. So, so messy. And the Princess made her lunch this morning and managed to soak the bagels with some undetermined substance that is probably chicken soup, but might not be, so I sigh as I throw the bagel into the garbage can. Did I mention that someone got into the garbage?  Leftover hamburger…