We have had an inordinate number of Anxiety Sisters write to us lately about feeling depressed—really depressed. Not being able to get out of bed depressed. Not washing their hair or brushing their teeth depressed. Not able to eat depressed.
If At First You Don’t Succeed, Fly, Fly Again, or How to Conquer Your Fear of Flying in Lots of Difficult Steps
Good morning, Anxiety Sisters. I am writing this blog from 35,000 feet above Florida, as I head to a writing conference in Pittsburgh. I say this matter-of-factly, but it is, actually, no small miracle that I am able to type