My own journey with anxiety began in fourth grade when we were expected to begin making outlines. I was a dreamy, unfocused girl with undiagnosed ADHD, part of a lineage of anxious women in my Jewish family holding generations of historical trauma. With ADHD I had trouble sequencing things, organizing work, keeping track of time, possessions, calendars, and deadlines. This personal struggle and my anxiety about it grew during my school and college years. After I started intensive meditation practice, I could see through my personal situation to find great refuge. Meditation taught me to sit with, tolerate, and then befriend my anxiety. I learned that anxiety is workable and impermanent. Today, I can even say I’m grateful for the anxiety that pushed me to practice so hard.
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