Time Heals

I am doing much better now.

I couldn't say that in May, or June or most of July. And I was embarrassed because for all intents and purposes, my life was great. I had a roof over my head and everybody was healthy. But I felt horrible. That is the insidious nature of anxiety.

I won't go over the details of what brought on my anxiety. You can read my last blog.

The good news is that after a little work, I am doing better. Much better. Why the turnaround?

1.) I kept up my exercise routine. I think exercise has played a huge role in my getting through this last year. One article put it this way: the "good" stress of exercise prepares the body over time to handle negative situations.

2.) I talked about it. I told my friends what I was going through and they provided the support I needed. I could begin to focus on the positive. What a blessing! (And you know who you are...)

3.) I read about it. I put my hands on books and articles that discussed anxiety, aging, diet, hormones and more. I learned I wasn't alone.

4.) I made myself get "out there." Anxiety is isolating so I forced myself to stick to my volunteer schedule, to meet new friends for dinner and to try a few new things. These interactions led to a number of delightful door openings: yoga, group bike rides, a potential running partner and so much more. The doors continue to open.

I am still getting used to this new town but I am feeling confident and happy here. Time does heal.