I was skeptical the first time someone suggested acupuncture for anxiety relief. Lying still with needles in my skin didn’t sound like a calming experience—it sounded like a setup for more tension. But when nothing else seemed to quiet the restlessness in my chest or the overthinking that hijacked my mornings, I gave it a…
When my anxiety was at its worst, I didn’t expect a handful of spinach or a scoop of pumpkin seeds to make much difference. But there I was, reaching for magnesium-rich foods every day—not because a trendy wellness blog told me to, but because I was desperate for anything that might help me feel a…
I didn’t used to think about my breathing. It just happened—like it does for most people. But when anxiety started creeping into my everyday life, my breath became one of the first things it hijacked. I’d suddenly realize I was holding my breath without noticing, or taking shallow little sips of air like I was…
When I first heard the term “cognitive behavioral therapy,” I thought it sounded way too clinical—like something reserved for textbooks or people with way bigger problems than mine. But after quietly battling years of overthinking, low-level panic, and an exhausting loop of self-doubt, I decided to give it a shot. I didn’t walk into a…
I’ll be honest—when my doctor first mentioned SSRIs for anxiety, I had no idea what to think. Part of me felt relief because I finally had a name for what I’d been going through. But the other part? Full of questions. Would they change my personality? Would I be dependent on them forever? Would they…
Not knowing what’s going on inside your own mind can be incredibly unsettling. I remember sitting in a waiting room, my foot tapping nonstop, palms damp, heart pounding—not from fear of a diagnosis, but from the fear of not understanding what I was feeling in the first place. Anxiety wasn’t just some nervous energy. It…
I used to wonder if my constant worrying, racing thoughts, and low-key dread came from something I picked up along the way—or if it had always been there. Growing up, I watched my mom obsessively recheck the stove every night. My older sister would get physically sick before school exams. It wasn’t until I hit…
One morning, I woke up with this dull, tight sensation right in the center of my chest. It wasn’t sharp, not like in the movies when someone grabs their chest and keels over—but it was enough to send me into full-blown panic mode. I thought, “This is it. Something’s wrong with my heart.” I ended…
It wasn’t some big dramatic moment that made me realize I needed help with my anxiety. It was the little things. Sitting in traffic and suddenly feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Lying in bed exhausted but unable to sleep because my brain wouldn’t stop rehashing the same worry. Getting a text and avoiding it because…