Last year I wrote a blog post talking about how I felt better after starting taking some pills that were prescribed by a psychiatrist. I described how I felt like the anxious, and how the daily annoyances were not affecting me as strongly as before.
It’s been years that I’ve been noticing that my emotions were not matching my thoughts. Anxiety, specifically, was killing me. I was anxious all the time, even when I had nothing to worry about, and I was experiencing an unbeliable intolerance to interruptions that was depleting my energy every single day.
I thought about skipping my yoga practice but I decided to get on my mat anyway.