My Life With(out) Anxiety, Part 3

I hadn’t eaten for a week. I know, it sounds impossible. Let me be more specific: for one week, I ate nothing but grapes. Food was unimportant to me. My stomach was too busy worrying that I might die, that my family might die, that my heart would beat so fast that I...

My Life with Anxiety

I couldn’t get out of the car. I needed a loaf of bread, so that my son’s routine of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch would not be interrupted. I had made it to the store, a miracle in itself, but could not get out of the car. My son stared at...