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I was recently diagnosed with an anxiety disorder.

And i can tell you that when you're standing where i am, everyday is a long trudge uphill.
You're constantly being battered by an avalanche of all-consuming worries. Tiny, insignificant worries to you, but they carry the weight of the world to me.

 - Is the baby's bedsheet the right cotton for this season?

- Should her window vent be opened? And how much? A third? Half? Two thirds? Three quarters?  

- What is the temperature and humidity in the baby's room? It has to be between 22 to 23 degrees and 45 - 55 % RH. I worked as a museum curator. These things matter. Trust me.

- Did  i remember to put towels against the curtains to block out the morning light? Did i bunch up the curtains just right when i did?


Ask my long-suffering husband who is at the receiving end of these never-ending questions. Its always the ones you love who suffer the most. :(

Anxiety. Its not at all funny. Though in the light of a more rational moment i can see the mildly humorous side of it. :)  My sister suggested that i start blogging about what goes on in the mind of someone with an anxiety disorder. So here is my Angsty Bird log on the road to recovery!