Mom, Runner, and Mental Illness Warrior
If you were to meet me without knowing me from social media, you would probably see me as a pretty happy, and fun, person. I am. I am a happy person with depression. I can hide my mental illness extremely well. Most people have no idea that I may be having a bad day. It's …
Continue reading I’m a Great Actress
We've already talked about my other anxiety induced problem of chewing the skin around my fingernails, so let's talk about the bouncing leg. Today on my Podcast I talked about the things I do when I'm stressed and/or my anxiety is off the charts. Right up with the skin chewing, is leg bouncing. This isn't …
Continue reading Stress?? Anxiety?? Let’s Bounce a Leg, Shall We?
Looking ahead to the next year as a whole isn't something that comes easy to me. Just typing this is making me itch with anxiety (for real, my arms are itchy). I have decided to start planning my races for next year. I will be running all as a Worth Living Run Ambassador to bring …
Sometimes I have a big problem. I can't forgive myself. I have very high expectations, and when I don't achieve my desired results, I will beat myself up about it. This could last for 48 hours, it could last for years. It could be a personal situation, or a work situation. The way my brain …
Last weekend I fainted while sitting in a pedicure chair. An ambulance was called. My daughter was a rockstar (which is good, because I now know she can navigate a situation like that without freaking). I was checked out by the paramedics, and then went to see a doctor who ordered some bloodwork. I had …
Yes. I chew the skin around my fingernails. It's a stress/anxiety solution to "getting rid" of my feelings. I will chew them, sometimes, until they bleed. Especially when my anxiety levels are high. My new meds have helped with the daily chewing. I am starting to slow my roll. I am now wearing fake nails …
I had been searching, over the past few years, for an organization that I could lend my voice to when it came to mental illness awareness. I had contemplated many, and given my voice to certain campaigns, but something was lacking for me. The ups and downs with conversation about awareness started to wear me …
