Of enraged dogs, success and self-celebration

Talk about having to speak in public to an anxious girl and you’ll see her crumble to the ground under the weight of her nerves shaking. Yeah, maybe you will. Or maybe not. I was recently asked to act in behalf of my boss for a couple of weeks, travel abroad, lead the preparation of the stuff we had to present, meet our Customer and deliver a 90 minutes presentation twice in two weeks. My anxiety immediately told me to say “No, I don’t want to go”, but my hard-working attitude and my desire not to let my boss down…

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My Summer homework

I’ve never been more beautiful than I am today. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I feel today. And I suspect the two things are related. I’ve been younger and fresher (yep, that happens by definition, I guess). I’ve been in better shape (yes, I really need some workout, to drop those extra 15-20 pounds I put on last winter). I’ve had better haircuts (gosh, I really need to see my hairstylist soon). But it turns out, those were moments in which I didn’t feel beautiful. At all. There have been periods in which I was going out more frequently…

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The inevitability of non-linearity

I really wonder what you are expecting from a post with such a nerdy title. Anyway, don’t panic, there won’t be any philosophy or quantum physics involved; only, as usual, the story of my journey through (and with) anxiety. As you may have learned from my posts so far, my healing process after my breakdown has seemed pretty smooth, even if it has taken some time, the need to discover and use several new “tools” and, most of all, quite a huge effort. In these months I’ve been reading and listening to hundreds of opinions about how non-linear the healing…

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Intro

Coastline Journey by UnShuttered Soul~Coming Utah!, on Flickr

I was never used to express my feelings or to consider my story interesting enough to be told to anybody. I never actually opened up either to my family or closest friends. I just kept it all to myself and when I say “all”, I mean it. Fears, dreams, love interests, disappointments, any kind of discomfort, every emotion was locked up somewhere between my chest, my stomach and the back of my head. I did it naturally, I never actually had the need to let it go, or maybe I just never realized I had that need. Never, till the…

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