The Anxiety of Axing a Medication for Good

Photo of scored, blue pills similar in appearance to the benzodiazepine Clonopin Almost ten years ago, I was reeling over the loss of my mother and husband, as well as contemplating the impending death of my father. It probably can go without saying that I was a little stressed. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of… Continue reading The Anxiety of Axing a Medication for Good

Crack in the Castle

I recall a time when I was sitting in my former home after the loss of my husband and both parents. I was now a widow, with two children who are living with Autism. I was a stay-at-home mom, living in a home that had been flooded three times, including this moment I'm recalling. I… Continue reading Crack in the Castle

Anxiety…Just the word makes me anxious

  Yup, that description is pretty much me. Every day, pretty much for as long as I can remember. Years ago, when I was first diagnosed with a panic disorder, PTSD and all the other things that have come to pass, at first, well, just the diagnosis made me super anxious. It took me quite… Continue reading Anxiety…Just the word makes me anxious