Anxiety, Insecurities and Learning to Grow
Here’s the deal… I’m supposed to be doing my taxes right now ( hold your shorts Revenue Canada it’s not April 30 yet) but instead, I’m thinking about the secrets I’ve kept as I’m writing the next chapter in my story. Not the secrets I’ve been asked to keep by others but the ones I’ve asked myself to keep about myself. The secrets of my biggest challenges since becoming a widow. This came up today in a coffee visit with a heart sister (HS). We were conversing about grief and goodbyes, hurt and healing. For a year or two after My Favourite Husband died I suffered from anxiety, the kind that made my nerves chatter at the thought of getting together with groups of friends. The kind of anxiety that made me no show and cancel plans last minute. It was a weird dichotomy- being a Flight Attendant and having no anxiety with strangers and wanting to hide from friends. It made no sense. This HS knew about my anxiety - she had called me out on it when she didn’t understand it- but what I didn...
