It’s funny how something as simple as a notebook and a pen can completely shift how you feel about your day. I remember during one of my worst anxiety spells, I started jotting down random thoughts in a beat-up journal. No fancy techniques. No “dear diary” clichés. Just raw, messy sentences. Yet, somehow, that act…
If you’ve ever found yourself gasping for air during an anxiety attack, trust me, you’re not alone. I’ve been there more times than I’d like to admit — sitting at my desk, feeling my chest tighten, my breath shallow, and that overwhelming sensation that I’m not getting enough oxygen. It’s terrifying, but here’s the surprising…
There’s nothing quite like the sudden rush of anxiety that creeps in just before stepping in front of an audience. Whether it’s a crowded auditorium or a small meeting room with your boss and peers, that swirl in your stomach and racing thoughts feel all too familiar. I’ve been there—gripping the edge of the podium,…
It always starts the same for me—something tiny spirals into something massive in my mind. A slight delay in a friend’s reply suddenly means they’re mad. A skipped heartbeat becomes a sure sign of a heart condition. It’s exhausting, and it’s called catastrophizing. If you’ve ever found yourself trapped in an anxiety spiral that escalates…
If you’ve ever sat down with a pen and a notebook, heart racing and head spinning, unsure whether to scream, cry, or hide, then you already understand why I started writing letters to my anxiety. At first, it felt ridiculous—talking to something that lived inside me. But over time, this little ritual became one of…
It wasn’t until I started paying closer attention to my diet that I noticed something odd—on days when I loaded up on quick microwave meals, sugary snacks, or those delicious but suspiciously shelf-stable packaged foods, my anxiety didn’t just creep in… it roared. I used to think it was just stress from work or too…
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…
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…