I thought it helped. Like a band aid that protects a wound. But the actual wound never fully healed, and the band aid did just enough to keep me pushing through. 

The game really changed when I was diagnosed with breast cancer at 49 years old. The anxiety took over, I was consumed by it like never before, and that little pill wasn't enough anymore.

Within the same year I lost my dad to cancer, became an empty nester, and felt completely lost on how to move forward. After fighting anxiety for most of my adult life, this perfect storm sent me steeply over the edge.

The unbearable stress forced me to look beyond my typical coping mechanisms, invest in help, and try to reconnect with the strength I used to have within me.

I tried talk therapy, committed to a meditation routine and started a new anti-anxiety medication, but any results I experienced were fleeting. Finally, thankfully, I found Somatic healing. I could feel a small shift begin. I was healing, slowly, and found energy to keep exploring.