anxiety

We can't change every aspect of the world, but we can change how we move through it.

My cocktail is wrong. It’s a gin and tonic with only gin. It’s a martini with 10 olives. And I can’t stand the sun. Not today. Not this month.

This was baggage I had purchased, broken, bent, sullied and then strapped to my back apparently. And just now I could feel my legs buckling.

Anxiety collects in my gut like phlegm-thickened water when there is hair in the drain. It sits and builds and gets thicker and starts to smell gross.

Beauty aspirations can be deadly. You know that, right?

Insomniacs just can't catch a break.

New research suggests that seemingly irrational fears may stem from traumatic memories passed down through the generations.

Orgasms that cause headaches? No thank you!