Checking in here, and just feeling like I’d like to share.

I’m traveling right now. With my husband in NYC and enjoying it very much. We’ve had quite a lot of great Opera to see and the weather has been terrific, and it’s been a wonderful change of scenery to be in the big city.

No real worries about “Swine Flu” or airplanes or anything. But I have noticed a little worry, buzzing around my head like a gnat. Nothing I could name or anything, just the awareness that Worry/Anxiety/Panic or whatever had ‘found’ me here… in my anonymity in The Big Apple.

So, I paused. Simply stood still. Breathed deeply. And refused to go down the road with it. Yes, I may drop dead. Sure. But that’s not going to take me out of my present moment, nor is it going to interrupt my last two days here.

It’s a kind of reaction that has grown out of years of practicing thought-interruption, and so far it has worked. Gently, but it has worked.

It’s my new mantra. Pause. Breathe. Pause.

Carry on.


I was going to make a comment on the last post from a guest blooger but decided that maybe it was worth putting up a post myself. I was intrigued by this comment: 

“But the difference between positive people and those who let themselves slip into a kind of depression because they worry too much lies in knowing where to draw the line, and not letting yourself cross it.”

This is probably the core of what anxiety is all about.  We are concerned that we are “letting” ourselves slip, or that we are not positive enough.  I find that positiveness cannot be forced.  I am not a positive person, but I can enable myself to be realistic.  I may not be able to say that everything will work out in the end, but I can say that I will cope with what ever comes my way as best I can. 

I do sometimes slip into despression, and at times it does all become too much.  Trying to keep worry at bay is exhausting, but I find rather than fighting my anxiety all the time, that it is often best just to acknowledge that this is me, that it doesn’t make me a bad person, or negative, it’s just who I am.  Funnily enough, this is often enough to ease the anxiety and I can move on.

It is summer here and we are just about to go off on our camping holiday, and I’m anxious!  I have packing to do, and in the back of my mind is the nagging thought that my son is off with his mates at a music festival getting up to goodness only know what!  There is always something to worry about – but so far, I am keeping it all at a reasonable level, and acknowledging that although I am worried about my son driving, and being on busy roads etc, that in the end this is probably just normal behaviour for any mother.  I’m not catastrophising, but I will be glad when he joins us for the rest of the holiday and I will have all my loved ones safe and sound.

Happy New Year. 


It’s an inherently human aspect – this thing we call worry. It affects each of us in different ways, some more than others. While I wouldn’t classify myself as a chronic worrier, I do tend to worry at times, especially when the issue seems to have far-reaching consequences. While I know deep inside that worrying is not going to do anything except make me more depressed, there are times when irrational worries tend to drive rational thought to the far corners of my mind. Going below the surface of worry and analyzing why we feel this emotion in the first place, I find myself with the following reasons:

  • Imagining the worst means you’re somehow prepared for it when it does happen: Yes, I do know that the experts are all for the power of positive thinking, but there comes a time when your mind conjures up worst case scenarios and how you’re going to tackle each of them in the event that they do happen. In a way, this kind of worrying is not too bad as long as you don’t obsess too much over what may happen, because you’re actually doing something positive in the process – planning and preparing yourself for the worst that could happen. So even if it does happen, you may find that you’re able to hold your own.
  • If the worst does not happen as you feared, then it’s reason to rejoice: One part of my mind actually believes that if I think of every possible negative outcome, none of them will ever happen. And this is why my worst case scenarios often have more sentiment and drama than real life. If you imagine it will happen and it does not happen, in my book, that’s reason enough to be grateful and heave a huge sigh of relief.
  • You fret over or regret things that are past: My sister is famous for this – saying “I told you so” when any of her dire predictions come to fruit. And then my mom and she worry about it some more instead of thinking about how best to tackle the current situation.
  • Sometimes you can’t help yourself: And that’s because we’re only human. To be completely free of worry would require the patience and acceptance of a saint. I do let myself worry for a while over things that I do not have control over – like the fact that a loved one is dying of cancer, that he’s in great pain and that there’s not a single thing I can do to help him. You tend to worry and cry over the sheer helplessness of the situation and the nature of this morbid disease that has no cure.

Even though each of us knows that worry is a debilitating emotion that drains our resources, there are times when we are beset by worry, in spite of our best intentions to remain stoic in the face of disaster. But the difference between positive people and those who let themselves slip into a kind of depression because they worry too much lies in knowing where to draw the line, and not letting yourself cross it.

This post was contributed by Kelly Kilpatrick, who writes on the subject of the top ten pharmacy schools. She is a part time health educator and regular contributor for nursing and education sites. She invites your feedback at kellykilpatrick24 at gmail dot com.

It is ages since I posted anything for this blog – and it would seem that I am not alone!  So I’m wondering what is going on for everyone?  Is it the upcoming election, the financial problems of the West, getting through winter (although that’s only for us in the southern hemisphere), or are we all just too plain busy?

I’ve had a real struggle through winter this year, it has been long, cold, grey and wet.  The arrival of Spring has been a blessing, but not quite enough yet to lift me out of a period of depression and anxiety.  It has been hard to ignore the news, and the fear and the gloom that seems to accompany each bulletin.  What a miserable lot we are! 

I wish I had some words of wisdom, but sometimes it’s about just getting through it all, hanging in there and hoping for the sunshine.  It’s about grabbing a moment of peace, realising that you are laughing, and how wonderful that feels, still getting out for that walk, even though your body would rather curl up and sleep, patting the dog and enjoying the licks, finding the colour red again (I always seem to loose the ability to see red when I am anxious for some reason) and reaching out to others. 

I hope you are all managing ok, and that you are safe and well.

The Nursing Online Education Database (NOEDb) recently published a great post on simple techniques to calm your anxious nerves. Most of these are great examples of how conquering anxiety is not so much a war as it is a series of small battles. When you’re able to use these techniques regularly, you’ll go a long way to breaking the cycle of anxiety. The only thing I’d like to add to the list is that a regular practice of mindfulness — awareness of the present moment — is a great way to keep yourself grounded in reality, rather than allowing your mind to steer off into the what ifs that often lead to panic. If you enjoy this list, you might also enjoy one of my older posts: An Engaged Mind is a Peaceful Mind

The anxious mind exists to do one thing: to indulge in itself and convince the rest of your mind that your anxiety is the only important thing in the world. By redirecting your thoughts, you are slowly depriving the anxious mind of the attention that it needs to thrive.

Well, I’m home! 4,617 miles of summer fun. Whew!

It really was a great trip!! We got to see a lot of wonderful things: Shakespeare in Stratford, Ontario. The world’s biggest nickel in Sudbury! We saw museums of Locks and Canals, Cradle of Forestry, mining tours and a host of other wonderful treasures!

We found ourselves in the town that is the home of Popeye! That was cool! And we got to see the wonderful Shipwreck Museum of Lake Superior … (cue Gordon Lightfoot) … and it was a moving experience to see what raging weather can do on those lakes that were calm and beautiful during our trip!

We drove over bridges and mountains. On Interstates and back roads. Stayed in hotels, motels, and B&Bs. Some were great. Some were not!

The great thing was I felt like it was an adventure! I was able to stay present, and in the day – wherever we were. I drank in the weather, the scenery, the friendly people. I ate the fudge!! 🙂

I’m glad to be home…even with the Florida summer heat. But I’m thrilled that we took this trip and that I didn’t let Panic or Anxiety keep me from venturing out!

Life is good – I wish the same for all of you!

WeWorry reader Brittany has requested that I share her story with you. She’s certainly been through a lot, and we can all learn a lot from her experiences with anxiety and depression.


I don’t know when it started, or if there was a starting point at all. As far back as I can remember, anxiety and panic attacks have been my constant companion. As a child, when my mother was a minute late coming home from work, I couldn’t breathe. I knew she was dead. I was scared to be the last person awake in the house. Convinced that when I watched Unsolved Mysteries the murderers and kidnappers were watching me watch the show and as soon as I went to bed they would snatch me. I slept on my mother’s floor till I was eleven years old. I was scared to answer the phone because I was so socially anxious. And when my babysitter asked me to wake up my best friend in the mornings, I worried that my babysitter would hate me if I couldn’t complete the task. There was nothing in this world that I didn’t worry about.

I don’t know the main cause of my anxiety but there are probably several reasons. My grandmother has some anxiety, and my mother suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder. My mother had just moved to St. Louis and was living with my very abusive father when she was pregnant with me, and high stress pregnancies have shown to correlate with anxious children. And lastly, as aforementioned, my father was an abusive to me as a child and I could never do anything right or win his approval. This gave me more self-esteem issues than I could count, but I’m better now. Let us just say I got my anxiety honest.

I joke a lot about my anxiety, and there are times I do find it funny. I can do this because there is that voice in my head that tells me what I’m worrying about is irrational. But then I worry about worrying about irrational things. It is a never ending cycle. I can find the humor in almost anything, and if you don’t laugh about what ails you, you’ll cry. But just because I do laugh at myself, it doesn’t mean that things aren’t overwhelming to me sometimes. Things that don’t even register to most people are uphill battles for me.

I used to spend a lot of time trying to hide my anxiety from people. It was so hard, and really that was anxiety inducing in itself. Now that I am in a better place, I can say to friends and family, “You know I don’t know why this worries me, but it does.”

I was diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder when I was sixteen. This was after I had developed a crippling addiction to Tylenol PM. I could never sleep, because my thoughts were always racing. I would go days with only 1-2 hours of sleep every night, if I even got that. People will tell you that it is impossible to stay awake that long, but they are wrong. And when you never sleep, you feel like you are slowly losing your mind. Tylenol PM was the only thing that allowed me to sleep. Soon I was taking 8 every night, and then 8 during the day to take naps. I never wanted to be awake, it was too hard.

My diagnosis also came after I had stopped attending school, because I was too nervous to face the outside world. I mainly didn’t go to school because I worried about doing something stupid at school, or in front my friends. I also was afraid a teacher would call on me in class and I wouldn’t know the answer. Ironically, that was actually a self-fulfilling prophecy because I wasn’t attending class, so I never had any clue what was going on in class. I technically failed that school year even though my grades were good. My attendance was so poor that I couldn’t pass.

When I found out that I failed, I was so exhausted and tired of life. At sixteen, I knew I had nothing left to live for. I took a shower, did my hair, and swallowed over 100 capsules of Tylenol. Luckily, I had a change of heart pretty quickly. One of the most embarrassing moments in my entire life was lying on a hospital bed, having charcoal pumped into my stomach, and vomiting all over myself in front of so many people. It may sound weird to say but trying to kill myself was probably one of the better things I’ve done in my life. For two main reasons: I realized I did want to live, and I finally got help.

I began therapy soon after that, and started on a medicine that would drastically change my quality of life. The diagnosis was such a relief, I finally knew I wasn’t alone or losing my mind. By the way, after my therapist talked to my school, I was able to gain all my credits back, and I graduated on time. Then I went on to graduate college, with only a few bumps along the way.

I am more equipped to deal with my anxiety now, but it is always there. Tonight I got lost trying to pick my fiance up from work (I’ve never done that before), and I ended up on the freeway, surrounded by 18 wheelers, and driving over bridges. I don’t like driving in general, and I’m terrified of bridges, freeways, and 18 wheelers. But I always do what I have to do. I ended up on the side of the road, having one of the worst panic attacks I’ve had in years. I was sobbing, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I was trembling.

However unlike in the past, I was eventually able to calm myself down, take many deep breathes, send up a prayer, and figure out what I needed to do. And I did it. I stared down those 18 wheelers, went over those bridges, and finally found him. I had faced my worst case scenario fear about driving in L.A., and I had gotten through it.

There is something liberating about knowing that the girl who was once too scared to step out her front door, may still panic and freak out, but when everything goes wrong, she can pull it together and GET PAST IT.


You can read more from Brittany at her blog.

We’ve been puttering around the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for a few days now. Maybe a week?

What a wonderful place, so natural and gorgeous. The Great Lakes are amazing – I’ve now, on this trip, seen all five of them!! And been to museums, nature preserves, cafes with the best homemade pie in the world, and I’ve seen chipmunks, deer, gophers, rabbits and untold birds. Wildflowers are rampant!!

I had my first bit of “Anxiety” today – I wrote about it in a comment on Jane’s post. Luckily I didn’t get too far down that dead-end road!!

We have another four days in Michigan then we’ll turn south. Heading for home.

I’m going to continue staying in the present moment because it just FEELS GOOD!

When you have struggled with various manifestations of anxiety for many years I think it can sometimes be hard to realise if what you are worrying about is normal worrying, or if it is getting into the realm of anxiety.

Everyone worries – or at least I think they do!  However, I believe that I worry more than most, but do I?  I certainly don’t worry about everything, but I have some things that seem to always set me off, and often it will be around health.  But then worrying about one’s health at times is normal isn’t it?  Noticing that funny looking mole would send a lot of us scurrying to the doctor I’m sure, so what makes me anxious and the other person just “normally” worried? 

I suppose it is about how long the anxiety lasts, are there physical manifestations that don’t go away such as sweating, nausia, dizziness etc.  Is the worry the first thing you think about in the morning and the last thing you think about at night?  Is your sleep affected?  Is there a sense of feeling overwhelmed and unable to cope?  Are you leaping to the obvious conclusion and planning your funeral?! 

Unfortunately there is no magic pill to make us never have to worry again.  When you have experienced severe anxiety however, the part that is the most scary is the actual physical and emotional manifestations of a nervous body feeling out of control.  A normal sense of worry can at times be overwhelming – but this does ease – it can be scary – but you see possibilities for hope, it can be all consuming – but time does pass, you might start to feel hopeless – but there is still an awareness of options.

So, I am on a journey of normalisation.  I want to experience the normality of worry, to realise it is ok to feel anxious, but that it doesn’t mean I am unwell, and that time will pass.

Just a quick note to update – we’re in Ontario, Canada! We’ve driven over 2000 miles already and are enjoying ourselves immensely.

My panic and anxiety has been pretty minimal! Staying in the moment, really being present to where we are and soaking up the place has been key to this serenity!

For the next few days we’ll be in Stratford and attending some Shakespeare plays! There is a beautiful lake with ducks and swans, meditative walking paths and precious birds and flowers and trees to soothe the soul!

The weather has been lovely – though a bit hotter than we’d hoped! 🙂 I think the Canadians are enjoying it though!

More later – hope everyone takes some time this summer to get out and enjoy the season and the nature that is around us! Nature really makes a difference to my anxiety level — keeping it VERY low!

"Drag your thoughts away from your troubles... by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it." -- Mark Twain