Things have to slow down, eventually, right?
The tricky thing about anxiety is it doesn’t present itself the same way all the time.
Slow down a bit, she said. Let someone else carry the load. But I couldn’t. Or, more accurately, I wouldn’t.
I walked to my car with a prescription for blood pressure medication in my hand and felt like an absolute failure.
Christmas (or Hanukkah, or Kwanza, Yule, Quaid-e-Azam, even just the month of December) comes but once a year. Get ready.
Pro-tip for those with resting bitch face: Smiling all the time will make people think you're crazy.
Each time my physician assured me it was nothing, I felt more betrayed: why wasn’t she listening?  
Enjoying a new relationship when you have kids from a former one is challenging enough; moving in is a whole new ballgame.