Let me just start by saying that I get that there's not a ton of research out there on CBD, and that products aren't regulated. I get that I'm taking a risk if I use it. And I promise that I won't use it when there's eventually a little one growing in my belly. Let's … Continue reading CBD and me
Well, friends, I'm a married lady now and it's pretty awesome. Anyone who has had any part in planning, being in, or doing behind-the-scenes stuff for a wedding will tell you how stressful and consuming it is, and because of that I honestly expected that I'd be a mess on my wedding day. I was … Continue reading Expectations of an Anxious Bride
A couple of years back, I made my own weighted blanket to help with anxiety and the poor sleep that can accompany it. I love it; I love the fabric I picked, it was a fun project with lots of "help" from the dog, and it always helps me stay asleep when I'm having a … Continue reading Weighted Blankets, pt. 2
When anxiety first started to get really bad for me in 2014, I struggled with finding the words to describe what was happening to me. How was I supposed to explain the complete batshit craziness of what was happening? How was I supposed to explain that I was terrified for no reason? That I was … Continue reading Finding a vocabulary for anxiety
My sister sent me this a few weeks back, which I'm sure many of you have seen by now. I love that this woman made a list of ways that her partner can help her deal with her panic attacks. I made one of these for myself a long time ago, but it got me … Continue reading What to do with me when I’m anxious: a guide for partners and loved ones
As you guys know, I've been struggling with anxiety for decades now. In the course of my journey with anxiety, I think pretty much every verb under the sun could have been used to describe my relationship to it. At one time or another, I have interacted with anxiety in the following ways(this is by … Continue reading Lenny, or: my relationship with anxiety
WHAT THE FUCK, guys. Actually, I know what the fuck. It's the start of a new semester at school, and changes have been made. In addition to the craziness of last semester, I now have a whole other class (read, whole other curriculum to plan) to help students recoup their credit if they missed it … Continue reading When you have your first panic attack in over a year.