Tag: essays

Morning Routine for Anxiety and Productivity: My Hot Mess of a Work in Progress

Morning Routine for Anxiety and Productivity: My Hot Mess of a Work in Progress

I intercept the cat on his urgent mission across the diagonal of the bed, a path that ensures optimal contact with sleeping human bodies. I carry him to the food that’s been there all night on my grandmother’s china saucer that I feel simultaneously good […]

The Sweetest Boy She Never Knew

The Sweetest Boy She Never Knew

Has your anxiety ever convinced you to reject someone you really wanted to be with? I’m not talking about some obvious asshole, who you’re attracted to but know would be nothing but bad news. I’m talking about rejecting someone sweet, who seems like they’d be […]

The Worst of It Is Cheese

The Worst of It Is Cheese

“The results will take two weeks,” my doctor told me. “But you’ll only hear from me about it if something is wrong.” As she explained this, I got the sense it should be a relief for me to hear this – that as long as […]

It’s Never about the Centerpiece: The Anxiety of Entertaining

It’s Never about the Centerpiece: The Anxiety of Entertaining

Andy and I planned on going to his parents’ house for Thanksgiving dinner. Those plans changed in the sweetest of stomach-turning ways – skunks moved in under their house and sprayed the place. It seeped into pretty much everything and lingered for days. Rather than […]

Runaway Wedding Guest: When Social Anxiety Attacks

Runaway Wedding Guest: When Social Anxiety Attacks

A few months after we started dating, Andy took me to a wedding. A dozen or so people there were friends of his I’d met before, but I didn’t know anyone well. Andy was officiating, so I was kind of on my own before and […]

7 Anxiety-Reducing Truths I Was Reminded of at the BlogHer Conference

7 Anxiety-Reducing Truths I Was Reminded of at the BlogHer Conference

One week ago today, I left the Los Angeles Blogher Conference feeling something I doubted I could: empowered by the experience. As much as I had wanted to go, my anxiety told me I would hate every minute of it and, worse, that I would hate […]