Anxiety Doesn’t Just Go Away - Talking All That Jaz
Last night my dad was rushed to emergency, my heart immediately began to race. In new Jazmine fashion, as soon as I hung up with my mom I began to breathe deeply. Why? Because while I call myself an anxiety survivor, it still shows its ugly face on occasion. I wrote a blog some time ago on when parents age. I talked about having older parents and what aging looks like today. Last night was a reminder. It was a reminder that with aging, complications in the body may occur. My father is no exception.