Oh Anxiety
In this raw and honest reflection, anxiety is personified as a deceptive companion—appearing as a motivator and protector while quietly suffocating the very person it claims to help.
In this raw and honest reflection, anxiety is personified as a deceptive companion—appearing as a motivator and protector while quietly suffocating the very person it claims to help.
I am grateful that there is a shift in language from “mental illness” to “mental health.
I dreamed of being a mother since I was little. I was the go-to babysitter for my 11 older cousins, five older siblings, and our community.
All negativity comes from a state of stress within our central nervous system.
If children feel safe, they can take risks, ask questions, make mistakes, learn to trust, share their feelings, and grow.
As human beings, we are constantly absorbing stimulation from all our senses (i.e. sight, touch, smell, taste, sounds, and intuition).
Anxiety had affected just about every facet of life, especially sleep. For as long as I could remember, I had trouble falling asleep. I would lie awake for hours worrying, and replays of my past experiences and decisions haunted me. In 2005, it got even worse; I would wake up in the middle of night and could not fall back to sleep no matter what I tried. I complained that it was my stressful job and my partner watching TV at bedtime. I desperately needed to sleep and wanted my job and my partner to change. Anxiety continued to sabotage me. In order to get a peaceful night of sleep, I had to do the following: