PART 2 in a series on discovering life with an anxiety disorder
NOVEMBER 30, 2021
I have never been critical of those who needed or need counseling, but nor did I think I would ever need it. I pretty much know the rights and wrongs, the do’s and don’ts, the pure and impure of living. My mom raised me that way.
But this year I have learned in a very real way that knowing the best practices and values does not always mean we apply what we know to real life. Suddenly I find myself with anxiety, with unnatural fears, with the desire to just stay home and not talk to people. I find myself not sleeping, thinking, thinking….
And now, after a year of living that way, I need a medical doctor and a counselor. And I’m not ashamed to say so.
Every time I go to the counselor, I feel awkward and uncomfortable and wonder what in the world we will talk about.
Every time I leave the counselor, I still feel awkward, but full of so many thoughts and ideas, and the desire to write it all down and live SO many things that I know and knew, but forgot to get up and do.
Mindful Lines 