I write because I have to. Because our voices have been stifled for far too long.
We've lived with our truth in our throats, holding back our stories to protect those who have hurt and abused us.
It's so interesting how we feel a deep need to protect those who didn't give a shit about us...who stole things from us we didn't even know we had.
Anxiety feels like failure, no matter how well life is going.
It feels like panic.
Throat clenched, stomach in knots. Like there is another person inside, scratching to get out of this body.
I read the book, 'Best Year Yet' by Jinny Ditzler in 2010, and although I haven't read it since then, the idea of the book really stuck with me. While I can't remember what the ten questions are that have you review your goals, accomplishments and expectations from the previous year, I've kept with me the basic premise: make each year better than the last one. I'd like to think that I've been doing this for the past five years: taking trips to Maui, going to the gym regularly, leaving careers that were of no interest to me anymore and then...