I Remember When…

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Before I really get into this post, I’d like to wish everyone well, especially with what’s going on right now. I’m not super into mentioning the virus, because I know we’re already being bombarded with stories and facts about it, but I do want to recognize what’s happening and wish everyone the best of health.

Now onto what this post is really about – the fact that while we may still be struggling with something, we should (and oftentimes, need), to focus on the good. The following is from a post I just wrote on my Instagram feed @b.w.ginsburg48. My account is private, but please feel free to send me a request to follow me if you so choose.

From my Instagram:

Lately I’ve been feeling kind of down. My birthday is soon and while this makes me happy, it’s also brought up some fears. I’m in my late 20s and I struggle with anxiety. I’m unable to work right now due to this and I worry that I’ll never get through my anxiety like I want to and never be able to work. But then, this morning, once again, I realized something. I have made 𝓼𝓸 much progress over the years – 𝓼𝓸 much. Sometimes I may forget this and maybe some people don’t realize it, but I’ve come a long way from how I used to be. My anxiety used to be worse and things that were once way more difficult have become simpler due to me practicing my fears on a consistent basis. So yes, while I still may struggle and have a long way to go, I have come far and made a lot of progress. You know what? You can as well.

So if you’ve been feeling down lately because you don’t feel you’ve accomplished enough and/or you’re worried about your future, please try to remember how much progress you 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 and truly 𝓬𝓪𝓷 make. Have faith in yourself and try your hardest. Also, if you ever need to talk, I (as well as many others), are here for you!

What Really Matters

Hey everybody! I hope you’re all doing well. Today I’d like to talk about something that I often experience that can be very difficult for me.

First and foremost, let me preface by saying that I have, and am continuing to make, a lot of progress. I know this for a fact and am quite proud of myself. However, I still have moments when I experience panic attacks and become extremely anxious.

Yesterday was one of those times. I went to visit my grandma with my mom. I have been to the place where my grandma lives before, but never have I gone inside. This time I did though. I held onto my mom as we walked in the parking lot and up to my grandma’s room. I sat down occasionally in chairs, but did very well. However, when we entered my grandma’s room, the chair nearest the door was occupied by my aunt and I couldn’t make it to the other side of the room. Therefore, I sat on the floor. My aunt got up from the chair for me, but when I tried to stand, I was too shaky and weak to even make it the foot to the chair.

I hated this. I hated that my aunt, cousin, and grandma all saw me struggling like this. I’m even upset that my mom saw me like this, though she knows I’ve been making progress. I love her, but I know she still judges me when I get extremely anxious in front of others and in general.

In some ways, I’d like to be one of those people who don’t care what others think. I’d like to say to myself, “Even if these people happen to be judging me, I know I’ve been making progress and it doesn’t matter what they think”. The truth is though, that I do care. I don’t like the fact that it seems that many times when my relatives see me, they see that I’m struggling so much.

My dad said something important this morning – something I know is true. My other relatives don’t see me a lot. They don’t see all the progress I’ve made like my immediate family does, like I do. Still, while I know this, I don’t like that when the rest of my family do see me, they sometimes see the anxious side of me. I don’t like the idea of them not realizing just how much better I’m doing.

Don’t get me wrong – there are times when my family members notice, and comment on, my progress. In fact, the same aunt that I saw yesterday, told me over the holidays how well I was doing. I also know that my grandma has noted how much better I’ve been doing. Even with all of this being the case, I still don’t like when my family sees me struggling. I still worry that they think something is wrong with me or that it’s something more than anxiety. I guess I just want them to realize I‘m making progress.

Still, deep down, I know it doesn’t matter what others think. Whether or not people realize that I’m making progress, I am. That goes for all of you. If you’re making progress, nothing anyone thinks can change that. Whether or not someone commends you on how well you’re doing, if you’re doing well, then you are. Be proud of yourself!

The Story Behind the Stories – Rest in Piece and Crimson Vows

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Hi everyone! Due to two of my books now being sold at Loganberry Books, I thought I would take some time to write about the inspiration behind both my novel, Rest in Piece, and my novella, Crimson Vows.

REST IN PIECE

The main idea for Rest in Piece, a girl disappearing into a puzzle, came from the fact that my grandpa loved putting jigsaws together. My grandpa would hang some of the puzzles he put together downstairs and he had one, when I was younger, that was hung on the wall upstairs next to the bed.

Now while I can’t say for sure what that puzzle upstairs illustrated, I remember it as being something similar to a masquerade ball. Again, I was younger and oftentimes, memories from long ago tend to fade. Unfortunately, that puzzle got either thrown away or given away. I can honestly say that I wish I…

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Special Announcement!

B.W. Ginsburg

Hey everybody! I know I’ve been absent on here for a little while, but I have some great news! Two of my books – Rest in Piece and Crimson Vows – are now available at Loganberry Books, located on 13015 Larchmere Blvd. in Shaker Heights, Ohio!

If you’re in the area and stop into the store, you can find my books under the Local Voices section of Loganberry. Each of my books are priced at $15.99 each.

Thank you for your support!

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Warrior and Worrier

You’ve probably seen the slogan all over countless forms of merchandise – warrior not worrier. Here’s my question: When did it become a matter of either or?

Don’t get me wrong. The ultimate goal when it comes to struggling with stress and anxiety is to worry less. However, I don’t think that just because we may struggle with anxiety, means that we are not warriors. In fact, dealing with something so difficult and not giving up – continuing to try our hardest to overcome our obstacles – is what makes us true warriors; true fighters.

The idea that we can’t be both; can’t be someone who both worries and who fights to overcome those fears, is preposterous. The notion that if we have anxiety, that makes us weak? Ridiculous. We are strong individuals who have the ability to get through our anxiety.

So next time you see a mug or T-shirt that says, ‘Warrior, not worrier’, remember that it is possible to be both. Remember that it is trying your hardest to overcome your obstacles and not allowing them to take control that makes you a warrior, not necessarily being free of all struggles.