Aging With Anxiety

The longer I live, the more opportunities I have to find answers to my problems. Plain and simple (I warned in an earlier post that sometimes I will focus on the plain and simple.) It’s part of the joys of aging and can be incredibly satisfying. 
 
I’ve hesitated to blog about this, but I think I will, in order to be honest and hopefully encourage. I’ve struggled with anxiety for years. And it hasn’t been easy. The intensity ebbs and flows, but I have not yet gained the upper hand.

But I’m starting to.

And it’s because new books are being published on anxiety. I’ve always been an avid reader, but I can only read what is available to me. With each year, new and better research is being published, and I have finally got my hands on a book where I just got it. Something inside my brain clicked. As a result of the writer’s clear and simple language, I understood for the first time what was happening within me physically during a panic attack; and then I read about powerful techniques to help me conquer it.
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The next four panic attacks, although not easy, were shorter and I felt more in control. Something I haven’t felt in fifteen years.
Is it a known fact, that new and powerful books are available every year? Of course. Do I take the time to be thankful for them? Not until recently, which is the very reason I wanted to write this blog entry and bring to mind something small (in the grand scheme of things) that I love about aging. ​

LOVE, AUNTIE