Someone once shared with me a method to help find safety in my mind when things feel like they’re swirling outside of what I can handle. Think of five things you know you can sense in reality, so that your brain and your body are together again, at least for a bit. I’ve taken this … Continue reading Totally freaking out.
Tag: anxiety
Cafeteria trays.
Fish sticks, canned green beans, and macaroni and cheese. Typically, there are no leftovers when I make this meal. One of my kids has some fairly intense food selectivity, and this is mostly outside of his control. He and I have an agreement. I’ll try to always include at least two foods he is positive … Continue reading Cafeteria trays.
Invisible line.
Fatigue and pain happen with anxiety and depression. As anxiety and depression increase with seasonal weather changes, less sun and shorter days, the exhaustion and hurts go up too. For me, this tends to show up in backaches that become more distracting as the day progresses and my energy fades. It seems like the time … Continue reading Invisible line.
Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.
I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. - Charlie Brown Charlie Brown helped me understand that I love jazz before I knew what jazz was. Vince Guaraldi is what I associate with Christmas music. When other … Continue reading Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.
Off the Diving Board
Every weekday afternoon during the school year, my children bring me their folders. Our older child resents this, feeling that their word about whether or not there is something for me to see is enough. Our younger is oblivious, happily bringing me their green folder with no concern as to what is inside. As usual, … Continue reading Off the Diving Board
Toilet Brain
There are times when life just hurts, and the fear related to that pain engulfs me. My executive functioning begins to wane. My keys don’t end up in their normal place. I drink coffee out of measuring cups, because the counters are full of dishes and there are no clean mugs. I pull my medicine … Continue reading Toilet Brain
I don’t know how to be.
I sit on my favorite rock, looking over the brook, to take time away from busyness, time to be. I’ve long since stopped feeling guilty about taking being time; it’s something we all need for our spiritual health, and often we don’t take enough of it. - Madeleine L’Engle I’m not sure I know what … Continue reading I don’t know how to be.
Obligatory Introduction Post
Eventually, after enough people who aren’t related to me suggested I write, I thought maybe I should listen. I’ve never thought of myself as a writer, but the race bibs on my fridge are evidence that I can become who I didn’t think I could be. I have a background in education with a focus … Continue reading Obligatory Introduction Post
Beka Tucker 