In dealing with my anxiety, I am learning to tell myself the truth. These are my truths (for now - remember, I'm working on it):
I'm a terrible mother.
The truth is, I am a good mother and my children love me.
The truth is, I'm not fat.
The truth is, I have had two babies in three years.
The truth is, I'm working at it...really hard at it.
The truth is, my time (for working out) is not my own.
I'm a terrible teacher.
The truth is, I'm not a terrible teacher.
The truth is, I work hard every day (and night, and weekend) to be a good teacher.
I don't have any friends.
The truth is, I do have friends. Good friends.
I'm afraid to let the people I love travel.
The truth is, the people I love are good drivers.
The truth is, I don't have any control over what might happen.
This is hard work and I am learning it is easier to tell the truth than it is to believe the truth.