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Or Don’t Tell Me To Be Calm And Carry On!
I am a World Class Fretter. If Fretting were an Olympian event — I’d have taken the gold every time. Every. Fucking. Time.
I started early. When I was a child I used to fret about whether my parents would come home safe if they went somewhere far away. Like to visit my grandmother (my mother) or on a hunting excursion (my father).
As a wife and mother — I added my family’s well being to my fretting agenda.
Anxiety is the training ground for fretting. If you have an anxiety disorder — your brain sits around imagining scenarios WHICH NEVER HAPPEN 100% OF THE TIME. And yet — you cannot help yourself. You fret.
And that — in a nutshell — is the most fascinating thing about fretting.
Life never happens the way you think it’s going to.
All the dire stuff you imagine befalling you and yours is NOT the stuff which actually transpires and spins Your Reality out. Nope.
You get different lessons. The ones you haven’t studied for, or rehearsed in your mind a million times. You. Never. See. It. Coming.
So — why fret? Right? I mean think about it. The story you’re telling yourself in your head is so unlikely — no one is going to bet on it. NO. ONE.
