Tag Archives: Anxiety

Mental Grooves

I open my eyes. Nestled in bed, comfortably warm under a fluffy sage bed cover, I peer out through the sliding glass door of our bedroom that opens up to the panorama of hillsides north of the Willamette River. In … Continue reading

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Allowing the “Feel Good”

One morning after working out at the gym, I recognized that my body felt good. I felt happy. Stepping out into the crisp, cool fall day, I was alert. Then in a moment my mind flashed to my body. A … Continue reading

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Leader of the Pack

Several weeks ago we hired Barkbusters to come to our home and teach us how to train our dog to behave. Milli is a 12-month-old Tibetan terrier (not a true terrier)–energetic and happy, but also jumpy, barky and many times … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 12

Now is the time Today I Honor Me I am okay. Yesterday I went through a complete experience of work trauma starting with “X”‘s terse email and my supervisor’s response. Talked to our attorney. Got my own grounding. At the … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 7

I am okay. Fundamentally. At my core. I am okay. This is what I am experiencing right now. It is like a soft voice, a light energy, surrounding my heart area. Quiet. Gentle. Filling my chest area and my upper … Continue reading

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Healing at Work

I have five weeks left at work before I am laid off, and I am using this time as an opportunity to give myself the space to heal. A luxurious five weeks to heal the wounds and scars of eleven … Continue reading

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The Fear That Makes Me Want to Puke

I know you Oh God I hate this. Fear shakes me Sweat flares the pores of my skin Dull pain in my stomach Hands shaking My body overcome by paralysis weakness My mind trapped in this frightening cage, flies, looking … Continue reading

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