Depression and anxiety look different on everyone. My Irish Wolfhound pup is in critical condition in the ICU. Today, I edited and resubmitted my manuscripts to Nature and to the American Chemical Society Journal of Chemical Education. I completed 4 online recertifications cont.

for my research faculty standing, I wrote 8 reports. And yet, I still feel like I am dying inside and still looking for things to “complete.” My depression and anxiety are not crawling under the covers, but rather are working myself into the ground. This is my unhealthy coping

I learned how to balance this over the years but this situation, this worry over my beautiful girl has activated my nervous system into “doing,” to try and control the outcome. Something I was unable to do in an abusive childhood and marriage. Not the usual stereotype, but valid