A friend put it well: "I realized that I did everything in a rush. Even simple things like brushing my teeth or making coffee. And 80 percent of what I do on a typical day does not require hurrying and rushing. That creates a lot of stress and worry throughout the day."
The first moment is the hardest, and the hardest things are the most truthful. So let your anxiety speak. Let it air its grievances with you and what you've done. When all its worries are on the table, you decide how you play the cards.
Children who suffer from anxiety disorders have mixed feelings about school. Most of them want to attend, but too often fear stops them from reaching their potential. The good news is, children are malleable, and fears can be conquered.
The more fiercely I love, the brighter and more beautiful the world can appear. However, each time I feel that joy and connectedness, the more I fear and mourn its loss, even while I still have it. It is in that empty pause that depression is born.
This is the life of someone who is depressed and anxious. Only a few people knew the whole back story until now. I hope this encourages someone to continue living as well as they can, because each day, every day, there is something to live for.
So in a few days, I need to figure out a way to bring my job out there into my world. That's my medicine, I think -- my town and the people in it. Just to be near them, to look at their faces and maybe smile and get a smile back.
Two years ago, the American Psychiatric Association announced the start of field trials of proposed diagnostic criteria for the future DSM-5. And now, as the first comprehensive analyses of that effort are published, what's clear is just how well the field trials did their job.
Journalists love declaring that psychiatric medications symbolize some slice of the zeitgeist. So I can't say I was entirely surprised when I opened my mailbox the other day and saw New York Magazine's latest cover article proclaiming that this is the era of Xanax.