Dating While Anxious: Lessons Learned
I’ve been through an entire relationship since the last time I wrote a blog post. Not sure what it says about my blogging or dating.
I’ve been through an entire relationship since the last time I wrote a blog post. Not sure what it says about my blogging or dating.
My dream as a kid was to be an Olympic roller skater.
Never mind that roller skating isn’t in the Olympics — that was a small obstacle to my ten-year-old brain. Childhood felt powerless, with everyone making all of the decisions for me as I was pulled along for the ride, willing or not. But adulthood, man, that was going to be the jam. My vision of being a grown up had no room for tiny details like my dream not existing — in my head, the future molded to me.
Therapy is meant to be a safe place. Maybe the safest a lot of people have ever known. It is a place that absorbs all the scary and big stuff until you’re ready to slowly walk back out with the parts you need. That is a lot of laughs, tears, shame, frustration, and fear.
When I woke up the morning of March 28, 2018, I knew it was the day my life would irrevocably change.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring.
Today is the anniversary of the last time I saw my dad fully alive.
Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the stoplight near Lorelei’s school when my phone rang.
My mother’s number came up on the caller ID. My family is, as a collective, not phone people. Once you get us on the phone we can get sucked into a conversation and spend an evening chatting. But in general, we will always choose text or email. It’s completely normal for me to go weeks, even months, without talking on the phone to my sister or parents.
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*** Disclaimer: I’m not a medical professional. But I have at least one family medicine doc friend who shares this post when questions of retractions and respiratory distress come up and it is being used as an educational tool in several settings.
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