I had risk factors – I was female, both my mother and grandmother had it, I was thin, and I was Caucasian. Even so, it is still uncommon for a 35-year-old to have osteoporosis. But I did.
Self reflection and healing take time. Rome was not built in a day and neither was I. I don’t know how long it will take for me to feel like I am enough.
She panics, you panic; welcome to the world of anxiety attacks. They can come on suddenly and without warning to people who suffer from anxiety.
The whirring of your brain, the endless berating thoughts, the scanning of all I did or said that day.
Sunday nights, we face our fears as women. It’s a physical and mental restlessness – a growing sense of worry beyond the to-do lists.
She held on, just clinging as though I was the lifeline, the bridge between reality and that cacophony sounding in her head.
Getting sober was hard. It sucked. Because I had to work at it. I had to be uncomfortable, I had to be sad, and mad and humble.
A Massage Therapist can help you heal from acute injuries, increase your range of motion, and even better, keep you in optimal conditions to help prevent injuries.
While I would hesitate to give my breast cancer diagnosis any credit for giving me a “gift” from the whole experience, I do think it gave me one vital resource to expand my life – a sense of urgency.