Just a sip of Coffey

Since my last blog post, my husband Sam has encouraged me to continue writing, so here it goes. Last week, my sister and I got talking about this component of my anxiety called emetophobia...ever heard of it?  The definition of  Emetophobia  is an intense phobia that causes overwhelming, intense anxiety pertaining to vomiting. This specific phobia can also include subcategories of what causes the anxiety, including a fear of vomiting in public, a fear of seeing vomit, a fear of watching the action of vomiting or fear of being nauseated.  So I guess this is a pretty big deal for me...definitely not my only anxiety trigger, but it's a big one. For people who have known me my whole life pretty much know this is serious for me, but never have I ever met anyone with the same issues....so as I was talking to my sister, we started to wonder if their are others who share this deep rooted fear of Barf/Vomit/Puke/Throw up or whatever else ya'll call it...other people obviously suffer f

I have been thinking about anxiety a lot lately, especially since I started following a page called "The Mighty". This page posts so many things about having anxiety and shares the truths that people do not understand about anxiety based on their followers experiences. It helps me a lot knowing that I am not the only one. I have often felt ashamed about my anxiety, and try to hide it from other people, even when it's threatening to crawl out and explode wherever I am....the thing is, I started to realize that when I read about anxiety, and it describes all of my crazy little quirks, I realize that no one would have written a book describing me, unless it was describing millions of others as well. As much as it is so great knowing that I am not alone in this awful struggle, it pains me to see others have the same struggles that I go through roughly everyday. I wish anxiety didn't exist, but it does, and somebody has to deal with it...this is my challenge, and I am real