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August 31, 2011 / Amelia Sauter

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When my editor at @edibleflx asks for five hundred words, you can bet I give them exactly 500 words. Also it took me a half hour to make this Instagram post and I can’t stand that it’s not perfect. Messy lines! Gah!

How do you feel today?? I’m number 6.

Heck yeah! I had some anxiety about what if I have side effects, but then a wise friend said maybe it’s not so scary if you remember the side effects don’t mean you’re getting sick, but rather that your immune system is growing stronger. Yes. This. When we remember we are strong, we can have less anxiety about anxiety. And then it’s just my good ol pal, anxiety. Oh, hey anxiety. Since you’re here anyway, take a seat and have a cup of tea.

What story does your anxiety tell you? What about your depression? It’s soooooo important to recognize that they are stories, not truths. One way to recognize the stories is that they are typically absolutes or generalizations like “always,” “never,” and “everyone.” Repost @dinosandcomics

What story is your anxiety telling you? That something’s wrong? That you’re not safe? That you forgot to turn off the stove and might burn the house down and end up homeless and penniless and alone for all of eternity? (Have you ever wondered why our brains don’t equally consider all the amazing things that might happen??)

Just trying to hold it together here. Sometimes I meditate with a cup of coffee when I wake up, and other times it takes everything I’ve got to just drink a cup of coffee and meditation is but a dream. Either way, trust me, you don’t wanna talk to me til that coffee cup is empty.

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