Why are men so silent about our anxiety? ___ “Gripped. Heart rushing, mind racing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Mind is like a crashing elephant and nothing makes sense. I’m having a panic attack.” I had my first panic attack while driving my son to get a haircut. In that season of my life, the anxiety was … More Breathe into the Bag: Gender and the Anxiety Gap
“Mental health is not reserved for the crazy, for the ill, for the scientist or for the Psychologist.” Today is a day for taking care of your mental health. I don’t care if you dance with a mental health disorder, with addiction, with another illness or not. Today is a day for you to take … More Today, Take Care of Your Mental Health
Please let me know what you think about how the genders experience anxiety differently. ___ I looked into his eyes as he asked me about 67 questions about what would happen on his first day of school. My son was anxious and when he gets anxious, he asks A LOT of questions. Watching him … More Do Men and Women Feel Anxiety Differently?
Car shopping can make you a better person… or it can make you want to lick doorknobs. ___ I hate car shopping and I bet you do too. The end product, the car, usually makes you happy… but the process is a grind. I compare it to riding a roller coaster. You get strapped in … More The Zen of Car Shopping
Addiction and Mental Health can tear away at who you are inside. ___ Unquiet. It’s not a word, but we all know what it means: Disturbed, noisy, busy and unfocused. On the outside, you and I can seem so… normal. But inside, our minds are unquiet. People see the behaviour: drinking, arguments, instability, moods, gloom, … More Addiction and the Unquiet Mind
Your Disaster May Be The Best Thing That Ever Happened to You ______ A few weeks ago, I shared how I damaged my trailer while on vacation in a post Don’t Let Disaster Ruin Your Vacation. If you have not read it, you may want to because you will learn from my vacation disaster. Since … More It’s Time to Celebrate Your Disasters!
Depression can feel like hell. It is an internal prison with no key and a lock made of your own thoughts. It’s a prison that you carry your prison with you wherever you go. For most of last year, I was held down by a depression that twisted it’s way through my mind. My first … More My Journey Through Depression