God of the Anxious

God of the Anxious

When I was 18 years old, I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder. I could not make a phone call without sweating. I could not sign my name with someone watching. I could not speak to strangers without turning red. I could not go to school without a knot in my...
Taming Anxiety Over the Unknown

Taming Anxiety Over the Unknown

Knocking 22 years’ worth of dust off a resume stretches the definition of “creative writing” to its limit. After giving my time away for two decades, can I convince even myself that my skills are marketable? Am I still capable of holding my own in the workforce? The...
Be Anxious for Nothing: A Waiting Room Story

Be Anxious for Nothing: A Waiting Room Story

Anxiety likes to hang out in waiting rooms. If you’ve ever waited in a doctor’s office to hear the diagnosis, or in a surgical area to learn the results, or in a hospital room to get your pain meds, you know what I mean. Anxiety rumbles in the waiting room like...
One Day

One Day

“One day you’ll write about your relationship with food,” my counselor said. In that moment I knew what anxiety felt like (again). My reply at the time was, “Oh, I am not sure about that or when I will be ready. This is a deep wound; I would not know where to begin.”...
40 Days to Unwind the Roots of Anxiety

40 Days to Unwind the Roots of Anxiety

If you are fearful and anxious, you may be able to mask it very well for years, as I did. In fact, you may mask it so well that you don’t even recognize it as being a problem, but it will eventually catch up with you and affect your emotional, spiritual and physical...