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Dear Random Lady at the YMCA, You eyed my baby from the moment we stepped out of the locker room entering the pool area. You were swimming laps and smiled at my son, mouthing the words “he’s so cute.” I naively thought this would be the end of our encounter. I was wrong. Shortly after my middle boy eased his way into the cold pool, and the baby and I settled on the bench to watch him practice; you approached with a smile. I obviously smiled back, but you had something else in

Anxiety is something we hear about often, and in the majority of cases it is being used improperly as it seems to have become a trendy thing to say that you have. Anxiety isn’t something to be ashamed of, but it also isn’t a diagnosis to try on for a while if you don’t truly have it. I have anxiety. I was properly diagnosed with anxiety in 2009, and for the most part it has been easily manageable, until this past year. Most days before this year, anxiety was like a silent pas