WHY are they always talking about ME?
Have you ever walked by some friends and they glance at you, but keep talking? Normal, right? I never thought so. I wanted to know what I did wrong. What were they saying about me? Why didn't they stop and talk to me? I wonder why they feel this way about me...
I have felt this way for as long as I can remember. I didn't get the Anxiety diagnosis until I was 24 years old, however. Xanax became my best friend. I had good days, where I only needed after work. On my best days, I only needed it to sleep. I didn't like what it did to me though. Don't get me wrong, I felt great! I wasn't nervous, I wasn't stressed out, I didn't care what people thought of me...but that's just it. I didn't CARE. I didn't care at all. About anything.
Fast forward to my 30s. As a kindergarten teacher, I had my share of stress. Included in that stress was the basic elimination of tenure, and the addition of "meeting data" as part of our evaluation. In a Title 1 school, having kindergarteners meet "common core" benchmarks can be a challenge. Another challenge is the moral dilemma. Do I take my "needed" medication in the AM before I work and feel less anxious? Or do I skip it, be more "on my game," but get irritated by everything in sight? It was not a fun time.
Fast forward to 2015. After "giving in" to my friend's Plexus posts and starting my regimen, I am finally MED FREE!! My need for Xanax has fluctuated up and down for years, but I am SO happy to report that I no longer need it. AT ALL!! Not even to get to sleep. This could be you!
