As mentioned yesterday (You Can't Go Back [update]), my memory is horrible. I remember mentioning it yesterday. I do not, however, remember writing about ADHD on this blog before now. Since I have a terrible memory, I did a search for ADHD. On my own blog. To find out if I've written about ADHD. Because … Continue reading ADHD and me
Autumn is a new beginning. Not just because of the ingrained rhythm of the beginning of the school year, but also, the Jewish New Year and my birthday. Everything starts fresh in autumn. Plus, autumn brings cooler temperatures and clothing styles I am more comfortable in. Nothing puts me in a good mood quite like … Continue reading Glad To Live in a World with Octobers
It's counterintuitive to be afraid of being in a good mood. I know for other people, being in a good mood is just a normal thing. For me, it comes so rarely that it causes anxiety. I know that it is a fleeting thing. I don't know how long it is going to last. Inevitably, … Continue reading Anxious Happiness: How Long Will It Last?
Thoughts on exercise, one month ago today It's 6:00 AM. I have my coffee beside me and my cat, Abigail, curled up on my lap. It's cool in my house, far cooler than it's been these past few days. When I rose out of bed I ditched my lightweight summer nightgown and threw on a … Continue reading On exercise, depression, anxiety, and laziness
THANK YOU, all of you who commented on Facebook and messaged me about my tire pressure issue. Thank you for acknowledging that at the heart of it, my post was about anxiety. Thank you, also, for telling me that most tire stores will put air in tires for free. Just find a tire store, tell … Continue reading Relieved Pressure and Exercise Quandaries
This image was posted in a travel group I belong to and it struck a chord in a huge way: It's me! My "low tire pressure" light on my dash has been on for a few days now and I can't bring myself to do a thing about it. Seriously. The idea of putting some … Continue reading Anxiety About Pressure
Chris and I are going out again on Thursday and he's sending all the right signals. He's looking forward to seeing me. He can't wait. He's sorry it's taken so long. When I thought I might not hear from him and we might not have a second date I was sad but able to handle … Continue reading I’ll have the romance with the anxiety on the side, please
Every year in July, my company holds a conference. Clients fly in from around the world for three days of lectures, workshops, training, and food and entertainment. For eight or so years, it's been my responsibility to run one of the three arms of the conference. Organizing the sessions and the presenters, getting clients to … Continue reading A Relief From Responsibilities
Getting from Lyon to Chamonix by train was no laughing matter, and today's anxiety attacks proved it. My excitement about getting up into the Alps was sky high (heh), but to get here required four different trains. Two of the transfers were less than 5 minutes each. I was nervous as hell about this, and … Continue reading Day 17: Getting To Chamonix-Mont-Blanc By Train Is Not For The Weak
I'm incredibly nervous about meeting Christopher Gorham. I'm convinced he won't want to get to know me, primarily because I have become so fat.
I keep wishing I lived closer to family. I caught myself noticing for sale signs on houses and paying attention when we passed condo complexes.
Anxiety Trigger: My Brother's Wedding. When I first learned of my brother's engagement, I collapsed and had a sobbing fit. It was awful. This weekend is the wedding and I am not doing well.
Suppressed emotions during depression cause a fear of writing. Depression and writer's block go hand-in-hand. It isn't until the suppressed emotions are uncovered and addressed that a depressive spell lifts and writing can begin again.
With solo travel comes a type of loneliness that is freeing, but crushing. The need for connection is biological. It's how we're wired. And we wind up lacking it.
It's a feeling about a fantasy scenario. It's a big feeling, an intense feeling, and it's about a nonexistent situation.