Maybe I was a war hero in a previous life — decorated with medals for actions of bravery. Maybe my soul is still burdened by past life famines, accidents or tragedies.
I tell myself that it has to be something like that. Because, in this life, I often find myself perplexed by my own brain. Since I was a young child, my amygdala has been ready to fire up at even the most innocuous of situations.
A noise. A thought. Anything. All systems go. The stress and anxiety has always been bubbling just below ground level, ready to surge at a moment’s notice.Read more on themighty.com