Before I begin, I want to send a shout-out to my virtual friend Katie, because her recent post actually inspired me to do…well…what I’m about to tell you I did.
Vacations are hard for me. Just search my blog and you will see that pretty much every time I’ve gone on vacation, I’ve had at least one horrific emetophobia-induced panic attack. Continue reading “Success!”
You ever hear a song that really hits you? It might not even have anything to do with what you’re feeling, but you hang onto a lyric or two and you feel like it was written just for you? That’s how I feel about these lyrics from Wolves by Big Wreck. Which, by the way, is an awesome song. If you haven’t heard the song before, check it out below.
I have suffered from severe anxiety for my entire life. After living with crippling anxiety for so long, you tend to learn your boundaries. And because I know what happens if and when those boundaries are crossed (a horrendous panic attack or two), I’ve learned to be great at telling people “no.” Continue reading “Never Would I Ever”
So, in my last post I spoke about dealing with a horrific combination of anxiety and depression. I’ve done everything I can to try to combat it (continuing to see my counsellor, talked about it with my husband and both sides of the family, talked to my mentor, talked to my pastor, prayed about it alone and with others, blogged about it, cried about it, accepted it…everything). It’s still not gone. And that’s okay.
Continue reading “I Am Depressed: Post-Holiday Update.”
Two months ago, F (my fiancé) and I took a train to meet with my friend, and old youth pastor (let’s call him “Rick”), for our first pre-marital counseling session. Because we live in the horrendous land of perpetual winter (i.e. Canada), it was supposed to snow that weekend and we didn’t want to risk driving five hours away in bad weather. So we took a train. Continue reading “Panic on a Train”