I have some good news and I have some bad news. Let me tell you what happened. Yesterday I burst through my front door, put away all the random things I carry during the day, washed up and served myself a little plate of pasta. I grabbed my plate and walked over to my computer to check some emails, check a few websites I frequent, the usual. I just finished slurping up the last of my pasta when the phone rang. It turned out to be my wife, who I chatted with for a few minutes when I noticed that one of my sisters was calling on the
The Anxiety of Loss
Today marks the sixth anniversary of my father's passing. Some people say that they develop anxiety after trauma or loss, but I already had anxiety for about 3 years when my dad passed. Ironically when I heard the news, and for sometime after, I was free of anxiety. I suppose I was numb because I could not accept the idea of losing someone I loved so dearly. When my dad was alive I never told him that I had problems with anxiety. I was afraid that he would look down on me, as if I was weak. I remember having minor panic attacks around him