Mental Health

When I was in my teens, I used food to deal with my anxiety.  I hated being alone in my home in fear of fires and someone breaking in. In my twenties, I began to smoke cigarettes to cope with my worries of relationships, job and general anxiety and then I began to drink alcohol to cope.  These vices have been my personal medication and now I am trying to dig into where my anxiety began and when I might be able to manage in a more healthy way.  Sometimes the general overwhelming sense hovers between tears, desperation and just flatness.  If you know me, you know if I'm writing about it, then I have a plan.  Today's 1st step?  Walk one mile every day.  Let's see how it goes.

Chanda Drew