As I recover from this latest battle with the anxiety, I am looking for the lessons it has to offer me. Two of the greatest lessons are to be kinder to myself and to take my daughter's advice more often, as she is both kind and wise indeed.
Babies don't yet know how to hide their hearts and concoct masks. They are not afraid of looking stupid. They don't know judgment. What you see on a baby's face is the closest glimpse inside the human soul as possible.
Everyone has witnessed or experienced discordant expressions -- crying at a wedding, growling at the sight of a newborn baby, screaming in the presence of a teen idol. Are these inappropriate emotional expressions simply embarrassing aberrations? What psychological purpose could they serve?
As we all know modern life can be very stressful. With so many demands on our time, through juggling family, work and friends, it can be a little difficult to give ourselves the attention that we really need and deserve.
It's not for me to judge how you process any disappointment you may have experienced as a result of the narrow-minded approach to emotional health evidenced by that test. But when it comes to the emotional intelligence you evidenced by your quiz answer, you get an A+ in my book.
My psychiatrist has told me I am a "person of integrity," and I am finally beginning to believe her. I can only conquer this race by continuing to take my meds and actively doing the hard work in therapy. The ups and downs will continue, and I have to simply roll with it.
It was my third day of being a mother, and our first night home from the hospital. My husband, son and I were up at 2:00 a.m., all desperate to decode why he (the baby, not my husband) was crying so loudly and incessantly.
I randomly ducked into the Bank of America for a place to cry today and I am very happy I did. The ATM line was luckily very long so I hopped in and cried until it was my turn to use the machine (about 6 minutes). A very average, basic, no-frills, in and out place to cry.
Almost immediately after I got the news, I made it crystal clear to my family that they were not to shed a tear -- at least not with me in the room. In reflecting on these questions, three examples of when my one and only rule was broken come to mind.