All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

All quiet on the southwestern front, I know. It's hard to write when things are hard, not because there is less to say, but because it feels like those things might be less worth saying. My instagram feed this weekend was a flurry of sunny pictures from the garden along with captions detailing my anxiety. … Continue reading All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

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How I Cope

It's no secret to anyone who has known me for any amount of time (or sometimes even to the nice mom I meet in the coffee shop, within about five minutes of chatting--sorry, nice person!) that I have struggled with depression and anxiety for most of my life. Like many chronic illnesses, it ebbs and … Continue reading How I Cope