Honestly, I never expected a therapy developed for borderline personality disorder to be the one that finally helped me breathe through the relentless tide of anxiety. Dialectical Behavior Therapy—DBT—was something I’d heard about in passing. But it wasn’t until I hit that all-too-familiar spiral of overthinking, emotional flooding, and panic that I started digging. What…
When I was first prescribed buspirone for my generalized anxiety disorder (GAD), I’ll admit—I was skeptical. I’d heard of SSRIs, maybe even benzodiazepines, but buspirone? It didn’t ring any bells. The name sounded like a bus stop, not a medication. But I was desperate for something that wouldn’t make me feel like a zombie or…
So the other day, I stumbled across this old notebook from college filled with frantic scribbles about deadlines, social events, and, weirdly enough, doodles of spirals. I remember that time clearly—it was the peak of my “what is wrong with me?” phase. My brain felt like it was permanently stuck on fast-forward, and I had…
I’ll be honest—there was a time when I didn’t realize just how much a few drinks on the weekend could throw off my entire week. Sure, hangovers were expected. But anxiety? That creeping, edgy, heart-thumping unease that clings for days? That wasn’t something anyone warned me about. And yet, here we are—”hangxiety” is no longer…
Sleep and I? Let’s just say we’ve had a complicated relationship. For years, I chalked up my 3 a.m. wide-awake sessions to stress or maybe too much caffeine. But over time, I realized there was more going on beneath the surface. If you’ve been waking up in the middle of the night, thoughts racing, heart…
It started out subtle—like not wanting to go to crowded places, or feeling off during grocery runs. I brushed it off, called it stress or fatigue. But then, I found myself turning down invites, avoiding public transport, or even skipping errands just to stay within my “safe zone.” That’s when I stumbled across a term…
Trying to be a great parent is hard enough on its own. Add anxiety into the mix, and suddenly, even the simplest tasks feel like you’re juggling knives while blindfolded. I’ve been there—panic spiraling because my toddler skipped lunch, or staying up all night overanalyzing a tantrum that probably meant nothing. Parenting with anxiety challenges…
If someone had told me years ago that something as gentle and non-invasive as Reiki could help with my anxiety, I’d have rolled my eyes. I used to associate it with crystals and incense and vague spiritual lingo. But life has a funny way of humbling you. After trying therapy, medication, breathing exercises, and every…
Not long ago, I found myself obsessively checking nutrition labels. The culprit? Sugar. More specifically—how much of it was sneaking into my diet and how it was making me feel. I wasn’t just worried about my physical health anymore. I started connecting the dots between those innocent “midday treats” and a gnawing sense of unease…
