Seems like this word is thrown around a lot lately, huh? Almost everyone I know has struggled with some degree of anxiety in their lifetime. I have had an anxious mind for as long as I can remember. I didn’t really figure out how to manage my anxiety until recently but I thought I would share a few of the things that work for me.


This is a huge one for me but also a very, very recent discovery. I never considered myself to be a “runner” before this. I grew up an athlete and played multiple different sports but I never ran just to run. But one day, I was in a bad mood and needed a way to release it so for some crazy reason I decided to go out for a run. The first time I did this I only ran 12 minutes (and I was winded at about the 6 minute mark ha..) but when those 12 minutes were over I felt a lot better than before the run. After that day, I started running every few days and have found it to be a great way to calm my mind and my anxiety. Now my runs are typically 30-45 minutes and I actually find them to be fun.


One of my favorite activities. I love going to the library, browsing the shelves, finding a good book and curling up on a comfy chair in the corner to get lost in the pages. One of the things I love about reading is that it takes you to another world, one where whatever you’re anxious about doesn’t exist.


You can’t tell from this blog since I haven’t written here in over a year, but writing has always been a way to release my anxiety. Sometimes it’s a note on my phone, sometimes it’s handwritten in a journal. I don’t have a preference, just whatever gets it out of my mind and stashes it somewhere else.


I don’t care that I’m nearly 30 years old (yikes!), calling my mom will always be one of my favorite ways to calm my anxiety and I will never be ashamed to admit that. My mom is a saint, she has a naturally calm personality and almost nothing ruffles her feathers. She is the perfect person to talk to when I need help getting out of my own head. I call my mom every day or every other day on my drive home from work. It’s fifteen minutes where I’m just sitting in traffic and there’s nothing but talking on the radio anyway. A quick call to my mom and whatever went wrong that day doesn’t seem like such a big deal. Moms always do know best.


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