I’m going to take the next step in being real and vulnerable. Pair that with the fact that May marks “Mental Health Awareness Month,” I’m going to share a bit more on how I ended up here.
Anxiety is built into my DNA. I have lived with this reality my entire life. I managed it with mindfulness and therapy most of my life. I added medication into the mix soon after Daliah was born. Fast forward 10 years and we land in 2025. I started dealing with an increase in bouts of acute, intense anxiety. In February, I had close to 72 hours of this kind of “on the verge of a panic attack” anxiety. Ryan and I ended up in urgent care because nothing was working—my “rescue” meds—yoga—meditation—breathing—none of my tools were working. The doctors gave me some fantastically strong medication, got me hooked up with a good psychiatrist, and ultimately enrolled into an Intensive Outpatient Program. I was able to take a leave from work and started to dig in.
Life is hard. For me, it is a constant, conscious, effortful process.
AND, I am so blessed to have the resources I have. Support in the form of Ryan, my family, my friends. In the form of financial security and skills that allow me to find work to earn money without a traditional 9-5 job.
So, here I am. On this journey. I hope my experiences—my story—can make someone out there feel seen and understood.
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