Anxiety is just a word. It does not define me, but in a way, it does.
Anxiety is a word I dismissed for years. I chalked up my perfectionism, my attention to detail, my jitters, my fidgeting, my tense muscles, to me having a type-A personality and some serious drive. I never fully understood, or wanted to understand, that the majority of what makes me who I am is because of anxiety. Continue reading “The “A” Word”