Sometime after our PCS this summer, I realized with increasing unease that I occasionally sensed booms in our new North Carolina house. I’d be rocking the baby, and I’d almost hear but definitely feel a deep, vibrating boom, usually several in a row. They weren’t loud enough to wake the baby, just enough to make me look around confused, and then they’d stop.
Military Life Fueled My Anxiety, Then Taught Me to Manage It
I’ve wrestled with anxiety my entire life. But growing up in the 80s and 90s, we didn’t label it “anxiety.” We didn’t really label it anything, and as a result, I thought …
