World meet my anxiety. Anxiety, well you already know the world. It must have been quite early in my life when anxiety took root. Every so often, I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning to rearrange my bedroom. I must have been around 11 or 12 years old and weighed in at around 95 pounds. Most of the wooden furniture in our home including my bedroom set was custom built, and they were hella heavy. But that did not matter to me. The only thing that registered was that I was feeling restless when I woke up, then peaceful when I was done cleaning and moving things around. Continue reading “Living with anxiety, part one of three”
Living with anxiety, part one of three
Waking up to a clean house…uh oh, what’s wrong?