Tag archives: rage
Just over a week ago I
swallowed what I hope was the last pill for anxiety control that I will ever
take. After six months of medically induced mellowness, I felt ready to boost
my serotonin levels on my own. Plus, I really missed my libido.
The medication had taken
the edge off my anxious personality, but it also made me slightly numb (in more
ways than one) and unmotivated. I’d lost my internal fire and I wanted some of it back.
Many people have anxiety levels that may require lifelong medication, but for others, making lifestyle changes
older we get, the more we must learn to accept that we are who we are. (Am I paraphrasing Popeye?) Like it
or not, our personalities were born the same day we were. The only real
power we have is to make behavioral corrections to compensate for our
what convinced me of this. I recently made changes in my life to reduce my
stress and make me a calmer, gentler person. I wanted to be a mother who was
always patient and kind and willing to play—more like Mother Teresa and less
like Mommie Dearest ...
I was a raging
lunatic this morning. Why? My daughter wouldn't get dressed by herself; she wanted help. What an unreasonable request! I literally threw a fit. The more she whined, the more pissed I got. She cried. I
wanted to cry, but not until half an hour later when I realized what a
horrible mother I had been.
“Surely, it wasn't that bad,” you might
say. Yes, it was. If I had been in a mother-of-the-day contest with crack
whores who give their kids Mountain Dew and Fruit Loops for breakfast (no
offense to crack whore moms ...