I didn’t know the word “hypervigilance” when I was four and anxiously looked out my bedroom window at night. My dad was out there, somewhere.  I thought if I watched and wished and prayed, I could make my dad come home. Sometimes it worked. This is where I believe my anxiety began. 

Valentines Day has never been my favorite holiday.  Old me thought: this is just a made-up, commercial holiday, right? You “have to” buy flowers, a card, chocolates and go to an over-priced dinner? Failure to do those things means you are a selfish jerk. This negative view doesn’t feel like me anymore. Time to REFRAME Valentines Day for myself.