|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I do believe I have an official anxiety disorder. I believe I have had it for years and years - but I have just gotten used to being terrified all the time.
I'm sort of sick of it now, so I am addressing it. I do have an appointment with my little Hindu doctor so we can figure out if I need to start taking a Beta-Blocker. But, I would rather not, since I read they cause depression, fatigue and hair loss... That's a pretty picture - sad, tired and BALD! - but not anxious...
I am doing other stuff in the meantime - deep breathing, noticing the tense areas of my body and systematically relaxing them - searching for the good, calm, peaceful areas of my day/life, and mostly trying to get it through my head that worrying, feeling fear and anticipating doom does nothing to prevent said doom. It only adds fear, terror and strife to my life for no reason whatsoever. Stupid huh?
I guess I'll really find out what One Day At A Time means now.
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|