Or, where I’ve been for the last six weeks (the short version told in pictures.)
Back in mid-December, this happened…
And because I couldn’t figure out why I was having digestive upset, I went to numerous doctors seeking the answer.
Much to my surprise, I learned that I actually have sensitivities to…
(Ok, not to ALL food; just to all grains, chicken, beef, lamb, shellfish, walnuts, almonds, coconut and…drum roll…lettuce!) Figuring out how and what to eat became rather complicated. The more I read, the more I obsessed and got scared.
While death didn’t seem exactly around the corner, the prospects of living a happy life felt rather remote.
I wish I could say I’m all better now. My digestion DOES seem to be on the mend, but my oh-so-creative mind has been keeping me on my toes warning me of imminent doom every time I have a stomach gurgle or heart flutter. Anxiety is truly the gift that keeps giving.
All that said, I’m also learning that anxiety can actually be a gift. Facing it head on means engaging with your inner demons, letting down expectations of perfection, and learning new coping strategies and skills.