Author Archives: Stephanie Trowbridge

Isn’t It Over Yet?

Day 251 – Shouldn’t the pandemic be over yet? I forgot to write. It hasn’t been because I have gone without anxiety during the past few months of this pandemic. I wish this had been the case, but no. Instead, I have been busy moving forward despite my anxiety in hopes this pandemic would justContinue reading “Isn’t It Over Yet?”

The Symptoms of Anxiety

Day 174- My stomach hurts. My eye twitches. I was determined to overcome it, but my normal anxious feelings distract me. Sometimes I am doing new things and sometimes familiar things. Sure, being anxious about trying new things is normal, but the symptoms of anxiety in my physical body taint my life more often thanContinue reading “The Symptoms of Anxiety”

The Antidote for White Guilt

Day 163- I believe we are at a crossroad in our country. With the generational patterns of racism being brought to our attention, all people have a responsibility to evaluate how racism has played a role in our own lives and in the lives of those who came before us.  The events and the conversationsContinue reading “The Antidote for White Guilt”

Porch Swing Ponderings

Day 150- I was anxious when I woke up yesterday. I can’t pinpoint the reason why exactly. Fit filled dreams and a momentary panic over thinking I was supposed to be at work might have been the cause. As I attempted to calm myself down I started pondering the current state of our world. It mightContinue reading “Porch Swing Ponderings”

When Bravery Looks like Anxiety

Day 142- In the past few weeks I have been more brave than I have been in a long time. My heart races, my palms get sweaty and my investment is palpable. I have spoken up, written my opinion and processed heavy, hearted issues which I have decided matter to me. This has produced aContinue reading “When Bravery Looks like Anxiety”

Conversation about Race: a Different Kind of Anxiety

Day 133- Last year in my work environment I heard that I was often called “the white girl” behind my back. The reactions, “Really”, “Ouch,” and “Seriously?” all went through my mind. It also made me think.  I grew up in a predominately white world. The northwest is not know to have many African AmericansContinue reading “Conversation about Race: a Different Kind of Anxiety”