Stress is a natural part of life. I get that. When you have anxiety, your stress is multiplied. You stress about things before you know why you’re stressing out.
My depression makes me try to do all the things all the time. That way, I can't feel it.I can't cry. I'm too busy writing a blog. I can't lie down. I'm too busy editing my book. I can't have a migraine. I'm too busy working out. I can't feel overwhelmed. I'm too busy planning... Continue Reading →
Today, I saw it. Them, actually. The bags so large I'll have to check them in when we fly to Florida. I've had them before. I saw them after weekends of karaoke and dancing. But all I had to do was apply a little cool water and some makeup and things were all good. But... Continue Reading →
I have been wanting to read this book since it first came out. Jenny has been an inadvertent mentor to me. And if she reads this I hope I don't come off as a Bloggess Stan. But this book is just one of the reasons I adore her.
I've been learning more about memory. Specifically, how depression and anxiety messes with memory. Add the thirteen-year period when I was gaslit every day. All the equals a swiss cheese brain.
Did you look at the calendar? Do you see what tomorrow is? It's Thursday. Thanksgiving. And your house is going to be invaded by friends, family, and people who like to point out that your corgi sheds enough to make tumbleweeds from her fur. You've been so focused on what you're going to cook, you forgot to clean. Probably doesn't help that you've also been working, and driving your kids everywhere, and doing everything else. You need a plan. I'm here to help.
It's happening. Thanksgiving is barreling down on us faster than a wind whipped Macy's parade balloon. Soon, your house will be invaded by members of your own family. It's enough to make an introverted train wreck hide in the bathroom. But you can't do that. You promised to cook and bake and put on a Thanksgiving dinner that would make Martha Stewart chartreuse with envy.
The year is coming to an end. So I figured why not share the most popular posts and why I love them. Sort of a wrap up, if you will.
2021 has been like 2020 Jr. Not nearly as bad but still enough to make you mumble, "WTF?" twenty times a day. I know I'm supposed to be an adult and watch the news and stay up on current events but when you have anxiety and depression, that's just adding kerosene to the campfire.
We all need something to take out minds off the daily grind and twenty four hour news cycle. We need to laugh. So, for your mental health and mine, I'm giving you nine books to help fuel your socially acceptable escapism.
As always, I will post link where you can buy these books. If you use my link, I may earn a small commission. This comes at no cost to you. So, thank you.