Anxiety
the day anxiety came to live with me......
Anxiety began small enough as a pit in my stomach. When I stepped inside the crowded room, though, I noticed anxiety grew arms and squeezed my throat, making it difficult for me to talk, it prompts me to sweat, and makes my heart race. I feel panicky, out of place, jittery, restless, and generally uncomfortable. I also notice that it likes to talk in a stern unhappy voice telling me I am not safe, something is wrong, I need to be on guard, and ever watchful for all the things that can go wrong...
....the day I turned the tables on anxiety....
I grew tired of letting anxiety rule my body, mind, and spirit.
It was time to turn the tables, turn it on its head, and turn things around via counselling.
We discovered a great many things about anxiety in terms of its predictable cycle, predictable triggers, and predictable responses. We made agreements, me and anxiety. We worked out when it was useful, and when it was not. We meet on occasion, but now, it is on my terms.