The Lies Anxiety Told Me and the Truths I Believed

My anxiety is a foe. I thought it was a friend. When we first met I didn’t even know its real name, Anxiety. I called it by what it wanted me to know: Protection. It had other endearing nicknames like, Responsible, Thoughtful, Precise, Reflective, Careful. It was years later I learned of its sneaky cousin,…

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This is hard.

There’s so much I want to do right now and I’m having a hard time finding the time to do it with the little time I do have. And I know that’s a limiting belief–not enough time. Because I know that I will make time for the things that are really important to me. So…

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