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.
I’m one of those people that has always been hypervigilant about my breasts--getting yearly mammograms and ultrasounds, checking myself constantly, and getting felt up (by my doctor) as often as my health insurance would allow. I’m also one of those