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Improv for The Marilyn Denis Show

What happens when you email your anxiety class students and ask them to be on national TV, playing silly games, in the middle of a workday, on two days’ notice? Well, if they’ve done improv, apparently they say “Yes!” “And… “ they’ll even be interviewed!

I’m always a little nervous about being on TV, but it helps to have a supportive group of friends playing silly games and laughing behind you.


Happy Everyone’s Going Through Stuff Day

Normally on social media, it’s hard not to compare yourself to others. This person is clearly travelling to more exotic places, eating fancier food, dresses classier, and has more adorable cats than me. That makes me feel bad that I should be doing more of those things. I should be better. I should be like those people.

But today we get to compare ourselves in a different way. This person is clearly struggling to sleep, to write this post, to live, to get their cat to pose properly for the photo. That makes me feel… less alone. I am already like those people. Sure, maybe I should be better, but it’s good to know that I’m not alone in thinking I should be better. I’m not alone in the struggle.

Cause that’s the thing: everyone’s dealing with stuff.

For me, it’s that I’ve been sick a lot lately, and it’s bringing me down. I’ve talked openly about dealing with my anxiety, and how I feel like I’ve overcome it. But I still get anxious. I’m just not anxious all the time. I still get depressed, it’s just not a permanent thing anymore.

It helps me to know it’s okay to be down. That everyone gets down. That everyone’s dealing with stuff.

So thank you to everyone who’s sharing today. If you’re wondering if people will relate to what you’re posting, the answer is yes. And they love you for it.

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How I Got Over My Anxiety, Part 3: Meditation.

Ugh, a whole post on meditation. Might skip this one. Chances are, if you’re anxious, you don’t like the idea of meditation. Being alone with my thoughts? No thank you. I spend all day trying to drown them out. The constant, incessant thoughts are what I hate, and what I’m hoping you’ll eventually (Part 18?) tell me how to stop.