Not Alone

We need to go here for a minute. Anxiety, everyone knows this word. Feeling worried. So understated and not that simple. It can stunt your life, paralyze you. This is a traffic light you could be stalled at forever.

I am a parent, therefore I worry. My own parents were overprotective. That’s what I thought parents do. I voice my worries all the time. “Get down! You are gonna fall! Put the stick down, when you run! Don’t touch that! ”

It’s the auto pilot voice though. The continuous replay of self doubt, irrational thoughts of doom. That is where it goes awry. I didn’t know until someone close to me became medicated for anxiety. They told me that all the overthinking and over analyzing, sits down and shuts up. You can focus without fear. I was truely happy for them…and then I paid attention.

The audio in my head is relentless. I told another friend, what I had heard and what I had learned. They said, ” You’re not medicated? I don’t know anyone that is not medicated.”

So Bell, “Join the Conversation”. I guess I am not talking enough. Strong independant woman, is the very foundation I support everyone from. Apparently I have some holes in it. So my overthinking brain says, go to the root, get therapy to fix the holes, don’t just patch them! This of course costs money, more money than pills. Did you know, now on credit applications, they ask if you are in therapy, or if you have been treated for mental health in the last two years?! Why? Are they denying loans? They aren’t insuring you?

I don’t have answers, My internal monologue will keep me keeping on mostly in fear I guess. It is the quiet ones I worry about. They don’t share and may not find answers. This is where many people are, silent, alone, fighting. Not even knowing they are overwhelmed and part of huge population. If it’s you, reach out, don’t go it alone.