
Learning I Have Aphantasia Helped Ease My Anxiety
Being unable to visualize often gave me #anxiety. Learning that my blind imagination was called #aphantasia eased my anxiety by giving me a better understanding of myself.
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My Experience With EMDR Trauma Therapy
Therapy can be grueling sometimes. Anybody who tells you differently is either lying or trying to soften the blow. Regardless, they’ve done you a disservice, in my opinion. In order to reap the benefits of therapy, a commitment to work hard in partnership with your therapist is required. I’ve engaged in trauma therapy to help with my anxiety. My experience with eye movement…
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Suffering Anxiety in Silence
I’ve suffered from anxiety since I was a child, although I didn’t get diagnosed until my late-30s. The often visceral symptoms of anxiety are hard enough for an adult to describe, let alone a child. The episodes I had as a child were scary, and while I tried to explain what was happening to my parents, they simply didn’t know enough…
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Weaning Off Antianxiety Medication Then Having to Resume Them
Each time I stopped my antianxiety medication, I relapsed. The second time was worse than the first. The third time, I nearly lost my mind, and my life.
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Anxiety and Having Intrusive Thoughts of Ending it All
My anxiety is, thankfully, well managed right now. But six months ago, my anxiety was so bad that I couldn’t escape the intrusive thoughts that taunted me to end it all. Continue reading on HealthyPlace.com. Feature image by Yuris Alhumaydy on Unsplash.
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Acute Panic – Looking for Answers Where None Exist
I’ve had panic and anxiety since I was a child, undiagnosed, of course. I remember waking up out of a sound sleep in the middle of a panic attack, although I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time. My parents said I was having bad dreams, which I’m sure made sense to them. Even as a child, I…
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