Dear Misguided Brain
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Ongoing, First published Nov 17, 2018
A journal of daily life as a mom and wife with anxiety and depression. 
I've had anxiety since I was 14,in the 90's (when it wasn't ok to discuss it).  It affected my school life, my relationships with my friends and my family. As I got older, it prevented me from being able to have a steady job.   I'm not as bad as I was as a teenager.  I've learned some coping skills and I've been on various medications off and on.  Currently hold a script but have yet to start it...some days I wish I was a robot and others, I like that I have the ability to laugh, so since I'm not 100% on board with taking meds, I decided to wait.  
Some days are better than others, and I'm hoping, through this, I will be able to do what no one has done for me...let you know you're NOT alone.  I'm hoping this will help someone else who's experiencing similar situations. 
Feel free to reach out...let's make this a supportive communication without negativity towards others. 
*if you or someone you love is suicidal, please call the national suicide prevention lifeline 
1-800-273-8255
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