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Fear is an important warning mechanism our brains use to keep us safe. Some fear is important- even beneficial, while other fears are petty or exceedingly disruptive. Assessing which types of fear has value and banning fears that don’t will help you live a balanced life that isn’t distracted by an abundance of fear.
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Some fear is normal. Being in an intense situation or going through an emotionally difficult time makes fear an expected part of the experience. In these cases, fear generally dissipates when the situation improves. Normal doses of fear don’t do harm to the body or cause long-term emotional issues. Our bodies are designed to manage and withstand fear.
Ever since that day back in 2001 I’ve searched for ways to get healthy. Stay healthy. Medication. Exercise. Breathing exercises. Meditation. Prayer. Self-care activities….which led me to create Color Joy and the coloring book membership. Sometimes we need more. Sometimes I need more. And, that’s ok. Because it’s led me to develop Wellness Through Expressive Arts – a new faith based membership that allows you to go on a personal journey of growth, well-being, and healing through active art making and prayer. We’ll be using things like acrylic paints. chalk pastels, and modeling clay.
First let’s talk about the difference between a service dog and an emotional support animal (ESA). ESAs are not permitted in public. Many people get doctor’s notes from their mental health professional for an ESA when they rent and their landlord’s don’t permit animals. ESAs are good for those that require emotional support and comfort. They are granted access to fly in the cabin of an airplane per the Air Carrier Access Act. Because of this, it’s important that an ESA is well behaved in public. An ESA is not a pet. Neither is a service dog.
When I came to it was because Autumn was licking my face. Then, she put herself in the brace position so I could get myself up. Although, I only got up to my knees because I had already fainted multiple times. And, if I was only on my knees I didn’t have far to fall. She was a good dog, but this is the first time we seemed to bond. Over the bloody mess that was my face.
Do you have three children or four? The answer is – I have four. But it is a question that almost always needs an explanation. I imagine that it must be similar to how a mother whose child has died must explain herself. And, yet, my daughter hasn’t died.
He opened the door to the office and in his hand was a plate of food. My food. I thanked him and put it down beside me – right of my laptop. It looked so good and smelled even better. I kept typing away, answering emails, rat-a-tat-tat on the keyboard and without missing a beat I typed with only my left hand and grabbed a fork full of tilapia with my right. My glaze never leaving the computer screen.
What will truly be the hardest days are yet to come. My weight gain, in part, was a defense mechanism against future sexual assaults. My rational brain knows that rape and sexual assault isn’t about sex, but rather about control, but my irrational brain tells me that if I’m undesirable, I’m safe. This may be why it was so hard to lose three pounds. And, this is why my therapist and I will have a lot of work to do as I start losing the weight. I’m ready to take back control.