This week my parents
celebrated 42 years of marriage. In a Facebook, my mother pondered if anyone
truly understands the promises they are making when they get married. Her
conclusion was that they don’t. Anyone who’s been married a decent length of
time would probably agree—I know I do.
I’m glad my parents
didn’t have a clue when they said their vows because they may not have followed
through. My childhood wasn’t exactly spent basking in the warmth of their happy
marriage. My parents wed at ages 19 and 21. They had me a ...
Yesterday I nearly had a panic attack
while watching a movie about pandas.
You might ask how cute, cuddly,
endangered pandas could cause anyone anxiety. Well, they are endangered, but
this angst was the self-centered kind not the I-must-save-the-world kind. The
answer is simple and stupid: It was the middle of the afternoon, and I was at
the public museum goofing off.
I had just dropped my daughter off for a
class taking place at the museum and had decided to use the two hours to
explore the place myself. I was hoping to take my mind off my lack ...
A year ago today, I woke
up for the first time in my Milwaukee home. I was excited about our new chapter
in life but also exhausted from the three-day drive across country and overwhelmed
by the unpacking.
Mostly, I was terrified at
having left behind a circle of friends that had taken more than a decade to
create. My emotional stability was in question—so I guess things were actually
pretty much the same as always but I worried about life without having dear
friends close by.
I was right to be concerned.
Only in the past decade has ...
Having spent the past
four days visiting my best friend from high school, I woke up this morning in a
curious funk. I should have felt refreshed and happy, on a post-vacation high.
Instead, I was melancholy and moody.
It shouldn’t have come
as a surprise. Hanging out with someone who giggled with you when you were a
pimply faced teen with braces and a poodle perm surely lights up something
inside you akin to a heroin rush (I assume given that I have never partaken in
heroin). Of course, the rush is followed by a crash and major ...
Just over a week ago I
swallowed what I hope was the last pill for anxiety control that I will ever
take. After six months of medically induced mellowness, I felt ready to boost
my serotonin levels on my own. Plus, I really missed my libido.
The medication had taken
the edge off my anxious personality, but it also made me slightly numb (in more
ways than one) and unmotivated. I’d lost my internal fire and I wanted some of it back.
Many people have anxiety levels that may require lifelong medication, but for others, making lifestyle changes