When I see something that triggers anxiety, whether it's an actual physical manifestation or just in the mind's eye, I distract myself until my anxiety subsides. In my quest to recalibrate from distressed to de-stressed, I have found the following four quick-tricks to be, easy, practical, and effective anxiety antidotes.
The 'What Ifs' of motherhood can boil down to instinctual anxiety about our children's safety, the drive to protect, and awareness that we can't stave off every hazard. Anxiety is often considered the enemy, something to be avoided. However, in many ways, maternal predisposition to anxiety can be seen as a positive, adaptive process.
Always, a knot resides in my chest. A heaviness, a sense of impending doom that I try to control or deny. It's a daily unconscious routine of sweeping the crumbs of fear scattered wherever I walk. Sometimes I can avoid them like landmines, moving with such care trying not to disturb these fragile thoughts.
I think there are many things you could call me. You could call me stubborn. You could call me opinionated. You could even call me anxious -- when I am anxious. Just don't let that be the benchmark for my health care, or a convenient thing to write when you can't find anything else wrong, or are so intent on not listening to me that you can't hear me.