I think I was born anxious. Although I skated through my 20’s with pretty much the usual “the world revolves around me stuff”, I didn’t really have anxiety issues until I became a mom. That pretty much sealed the deal and the panic button was installed. Two boys (one with Autism), two therapists, and twenty years (cough cough) later, I still have it. But along with strength from the Good Lord up above, I have a few tricks in my arsenal to help me manage the anxiety beast when it rears its ugly head. Am I always successful? No. But I am a tough ol’ broad who doesn’t like to give in. And that’s where this story begins.
Until next time.