At this moment in time, I find my anxiety overtaking me. I’ve returned to therapy and am exploring EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing) as an option to unravel the roots of my PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder).
But after living with anxiety for nearly 60 years, I’m not sure if a cure is in the cards for me.
After a few sessions, I have unearthed my anger. And it seems everywhere I turn — there are triggers. If the current climate of American politics is any indication — I believe I’m not alone.
We are all afraid. And when I actually stop and think about it, it makes NO sense. I am safe in my tidy little home in my incredibly diverse neighborhood. I live in an area of North Carolina that is famous for its left-leaning bent and multiple centers of higher education. I reside in a community that is blessedly free of crime. I have enough — enough money, enough love, and enough support to age well right where I am. So yes — what am I afraid of?
That question remains an enigma to me. Because I know I am scared. I’m anxious about the future of the country and the world. I’m anxious that the actions I take in my Now will have horrific ramifications for The Magical Creatures and in…
