odd little anniversaries

It's been a strange week. I haven't been doing especially well (semi-difficult news and continuous uncertainty will do that to the anxious heart) but today I realized something. A year ago, I was sitting in a subway station sobbing because I couldn't get myself to walk down the hill and join the conference dinner I was supposed to be at. The same dinner is happening in a week, and I'm fine with that. This weekend I joined my coworkers for a dinner and then a bunch of local bands in a pub, and that was mostly fine, too. It's been a year, and what a year it's been.

I wanted to talk a little about what that means. I'm using myself as an example, and I'm absolutely not saying my experience is universally applicable. At all.

( on anxiety and getting better )