Anxiety is a thief. The source is irrelevant. Be it work, motherhood, dating- the effect is always the same. A racing mind. Lack of focus. Bouncing knee. Tears entombed in a tight chest. Heavy sighs collapsing before relief. Anxiety steals my ability to fill my lungs completely. When the disquiet seizes my breath, I diligently … Continue reading Getting lost in the wrong moments