In recovery, like everything else, a solitary event can change your path or course. Both good and bad, it is something you might only notice in hindsight. The last 6 weeks have been like that; as I read back to see what my last few entries were on, knowing how things have occurred, it's curious … Continue reading The Unplannable
Tag: anxiety
The Anxiety Weight
At first you aren't sure it's there. Blink and you'll miss it. You might unconsciously stroke your chest, an idle itch. A nagging feeling, a lingering wonder. You carry on with your work day, trying to soldier pass the worry. Your clothes don't feel comfortable any more. Your breath hitches and catches slightly. Is your … Continue reading The Anxiety Weight
January Blues
Christmas day was a quiet affair with a delicious turkey. Boxing day was filled with family and laughter. Parties were attended bringing even more love and joy. New Year's Day was a quiet restful cozy pajama day. And January came roaring in, the dust of the holidays fallen and the Blues settling in. They're so … Continue reading January Blues
Birthday Eve
As a Type A(+) planner, there is nothing I like more than beginnings. Beginnings feel like the perfect time to start something new, to set goals and execute them, to have a fresh start at something. To me, there has always been three beginnings that occur yearly: New Years, the start of a new school … Continue reading Birthday Eve
Just A Moment
Pull up a comfy chair, put on a pot a tea ... this might be a long one, Folks. What I'm about to write about is really difficult for me. A few hours removed from the original event and I can still feel the flutters in my stomach. I'm writing about this because it is … Continue reading Just A Moment
Of Cues, Signs, and Blocks
I have a confession - I have anxiety about writing. Well, that's not really a confession, I have anxiety about everything, which is just par for the course when you have an anxiety disorder. When I don't feel anxious about something I worry (which of course is what anxiety is all about), which is to say … Continue reading Of Cues, Signs, and Blocks
Crafting in Public
I love seeing handknits in the wild. It fills me with joy when I notice someone wearing something handmade, and wonder to myself whether they made it themselves or if they're loved by a fiber crafter. I get absolutely geeked when I see people stitching in public, as though I'm getting a sneak peak into … Continue reading Crafting in Public
