worry wart

I had a ninety-minute full-body massage on Saturday. It was wonderful, but it took me a little while to fully relax. Until that happened (probably around the forty-five minute mark…) my mind wandered.

I thought about the lunch and drinks I’d have with my friend after the massage. I thought about the hair cut I had scheduled for the following day. I thought about my next date with a guy I’d met recently. I thought about an ex-friend who’d betrayed me. I thought about my novel in progress. I thought about the new Facebook ad I’d created for an existing book.

And then it occurred to me that with almost all of these thoughts came worry, stress, and fear. What if the menu didn’t have anything I could eat on my restricted diet? What if things didn’t go well with the guy? What if my new book wasn’t good? Why weren’t more readers buying my existing books? For as long as it took me to finally grasp mindfulness and give into the pleasurable pressure of the massage, I was as tense as senators at a U.S. congressional meeting.

Fear and worry have always been my Achilles heel. For the most part, I muddle through, but other times, it’s a small itch I scratch until it becomes a festering sore. Sometimes it keeps me up at night. Occasionally, it affects how I communicate with others, and causes me to do or not do things I regret later. Over the last week, I’ve been attacked by worry from more angles than I can handle. My stomach has been in constant knots and it’s making it hard to enjoy myself in the moment.

Before he passed away, my friend Alan hated when I’d get this way, and he’d talk me off the ledge. I have another friend who is pretty awesome at it too, but the truth is, no one can “heal” me except myself. When I mentally talk myself down, it helps temporarily, but then I forget what I said to myself.

As an experiment, I decided to talk myself down in writing so I could read it again as needed. I wrote down each issue currently worrying me followed by a list of arguments against it—why I was being irrational. I also wrote down the worst-case-scenario—if what I worried about came to fruition, what was the worst thing that would happen as a result? (This helped me put it into perspective) Finally, I jotted down a logical thought process for handling it in the moment—if this happens, don’t forget about this, that, and the other thing. I found it really helped for at least one fear I was stressing over!

Everyone has different ways of dealing with their demons. I’m a constant work-in-progress. For other worry warts out there, care to share your tricks?


  1. Sara Bennett on May 31, 2018 at 2:29 pm

    I’m the same way! I can’t relax fully during a massage either because my mind wonders. I like to read, drink hot tea or workout to cope with stress. I also like to bake it out!! 🙂

    I found a book a long time ago that basically saved me from a bad place (insomnia, panic attacks) It was called DARE. Basically you “dare” the anxiety to come at you full on (it won’t) and like you mentioned rationally think “what is the worst that can happen?”.

    You definitely aren’t alone! I loved this post.

    • meredithgschorr on May 31, 2018 at 2:35 pm

      I’m so sorry you’ve suffered from this too. Exercising and writing help me, but it’s usually temporary. I’m going to look into DARE. Thank you!

  2. Elke on May 31, 2018 at 3:48 pm

    I dread getting on airplanes. I talk myself down in a similar fashion–what’s the worst that can happen? And when I figure that out, the likelihood of that happening is pretty slim. And if the worst thing happens–I think of coping mechanisms to put it in perspective, and then it doesn’t seem so scary. Another technique I learned is the “I don’t have to”. When I’m really freaking out, I tell myself, I don’t have to get on this plane. I can turn around if I want to. I CHOOSE to get on this plane. There is something about choice that calms me down for some reason.

    • meredithgschorr on May 31, 2018 at 3:51 pm

      Thank you, Elke! I used the “choice” factor as well. “No one is forcing me to be here/do this. I can leave, stop, blah blah blah, at any time.” Knowing I have freedom, really helps me as well.

  3. Isabella Louise Anderson on May 31, 2018 at 4:42 pm

    I loved this blog post, and I can relate.

    For years, I thought I had vertigo, but in February, I was finally diagnosed with agoraphobia. With the help of the slightest bit of Zoloft, I have had life-altering days to where I’m back to being who I was years ago. Though not only do I take medicine, I do tapping. If you look up “The Tapping Solution” by Nick Ortner (or even his website), I’m sure you’ll find a lot of good information. 🙂

    • meredithgschorr on June 1, 2018 at 12:16 pm

      Oh, wow! I had no idea we’d been misdiagnosed. How awful, but I’m so glad you finally got to the bottom of it and are back to your old self. That’s wonderful! I’ll look into tapping.

  4. perfectpencommunications on June 1, 2018 at 2:46 pm

    Oh, how I feel all of this. I’m lucky to have amazing friends, like you, to listen when I need it. I’ve also been doing a lot of yoga and find that helps a lot. But what helps me the most is when I work to focus on the moment, the minute, the words I’m writing, and shove everything else away. And I often hear your voice in my head saying, “STOP IT!” and I do.

    • meredithgschorr on June 1, 2018 at 2:57 pm

      Alan is laughing in heaven because “STOP IT” came from what he used to say to me. He took it from an old Bob Newhart comedy skit. But I’m glad it helps. I really am 🙂

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