KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
The percussive din of anxiety is at it again. All I wanted was to get to Boston and take my daughter and her boyfriend to see one of my favorite singer/songwriter/humanitarians, Bruce Cockburn. All last week it was gnawing at my edges, camouflaged as depression until I spoke the words "I have to visit my mother while I'm in the area". And that was that. Once I connected the cause of the riot in my body to my anxiety, it subsided. Do you have trouble, like me, to recognize the triggers of anxiety? What clues do you have that your anxiety is infiltrating your activities like a virus invading an unsuspecting host?