In case you need a little pick-me-up today …
Nothing in the world prepares you for the feelings that come the first time your kids walk out the door to stay with your ex-spouse. You expect to miss the little hellions, but the overwhelming anger, guilt, bitterness, and shame? Well, those can come as a total surprise.
Basically, it feels like your insides are being scooped out with a melon baller, one muscle at a time.
But your kids need and deserve time with their other parent, so you have to find a way to survive. This post is about that: you and me finding some creative ways to handle the time alone.
“As an introvert with anxiety, the ability to work from home has been a godsend. There’s no elevator small talk. Meetings are accomplished over text and email. The phone stays off, and my mind stays steady.
It may sound reclusive, but the truth is I do work better this way, because I’m not anxious about making a good impression. The computer doesn’t judge, and I don’t have to second-guess anything but the words on my screen.
There are times, however, when venturing out into the business world is unavoidable. When that happens, there are a few things I’ve found that can help take the edge off …”
From The Mighty.
“At the age of 38, I started to stutter. I was homeschooling my young son at the time, and every day saw us seeking out opportunities to socialize, venturing from the safety of our home to the outside world. One day, my words stopped coming. I could see them in my head, but they refused to travel the short distance from my brain to my tongue. And when that happened, I did something I swore I would never do: I decided to try medication …”
From The Mighty.
We all have them: those little annoyances that steal our calm and turn us into anxiety-riddled hermits. They can happen at any time, anywhere, and without any warning.
It’s easy to wilt under their pressure, their unexpectedness.
Lately, though, I’ve been wondering what would happen if I approached them with a different frame of mind. Instead of automatically adopting the suspicion that the world and its inhabitants are out to get me, what if I tried assuming the best?