Anxiety - a crippling disorder?

I've suffered for as many years as I can remember with anxiety problems. It is horrible. Even years after an incident happens, I still can have residual anxiety attacks. The incident can be something simple and mundane to most people, but I end up anxious. Having a residual attack can be embarrassing - especially when it is triggered by something tiny (or unnoticeable to others). The attacks can also happen at the mere thought of doing an activity I am unsure of, or afraid of. Telling me to "get over it" or that there is nothing to be afraid of does absolutely nothing to allay my fears - rather, it makes me angry. Sometimes I get scared of trivial things and shy away from them like a scared child. I don't mean to - but I do... and I hate it.

The Importance of Being Educated.

Given the fact that I work at Wal*Mart, I work with some very interesting people. The Assistant Manager in charge of my department is Mary. She's middle aged, but older than my mother. She's grouchy and forgetful. She also cannot spell to save her life. Her last interdepartmental note was a giant run on sentence, chock full of misspellings. Including "Labers" and "Disk" - Labels and Desk. It is rather frustrating to me, as spell check wouldn't pick up the contextual error of the "Disk/desk" issue. However, Mary chooses not to use spell check! She has commented about one of our other manager's grammar issues - and suggested I take a red pen to it Grammar Nazi style. Let's not even begin to discuss that this other managers calls the department that I work in "Jewry" not "Jewelry." Ugh.

How do these people take themselves seriously? If I held a higher position in the company and received an email, misspelled and improperly punctuated, I would likely question their ability to do their job. Especially their attention to detail.

An Interesting Journey

My life has been an interesting journey. I consider myself to be an open book. I will delve into the past, examine the present and muse about the future here. Consider this my introduction, then.

I'm 25 years old, a single mother of one darling son, and I live with my parents. My son and I share the room that has been mine from the time that I was ten years old. I help my parents financially, and do what I can around the house. Without them, I would be lost.

Over the past several years, I've gained friends, I've lost friends... I have changed, but only for the better. Life has been difficult at some points, but I've always struggled through - by clinging tightly to all those who I love.

After all... "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."