A few months ago I began microdosing to lower my anxiety. It worked—my anxiety dropped and my enjoyment of life improved sharply. I must confess, though, that I didn’t stop with microdoses. I increased my intake. A lot. These days, I think most folks would say I’m megadosing.
Anxiety
All of us anxious people have our own special, horrible “flavor” of anxiety, like the worst wine in the world.
My usual anxiety has a primary flavor of overwhelm, with strong notes of powerlessness and an underlying base note of terror and despair.
My usual anxiety has a primary flavor of overwhelm, with strong notes of powerlessness and an underlying base note of terror and despair.
You’ve seen it on TV a hundred times.
The great detective (or doctor or scientist or whatever) has been working the case night and day, with no success.
The great detective (or doctor or scientist or whatever) has been working the case night and day, with no success.
I spent years trying to escape anxiety before I found the way out. I meditated, followed guided visualizations, tried every calm-down method I could find in self-help books.
I’d like to offer you an invitation: for the next few minutes—maybe the time it takes you to read this—take a break from your anxiety. Just block it out and be here now.
I used to be stuck in a life-coaching paradox: Many of my most articulate clients seemed unable to understand anything I said to them.
