It’s been a long time since I myself was an anxious teen – over forty years now.  Therapy wasn’t a commonly available tool in the seventies, and in my family, the unspoken rule about difficult emotions was not to feel them.  So I ate mine.  When anxiety roiled up, as it was bound to do in my chaotic and charged family, I soothed myself with globs of peanut butter, handfuls of … [Read more...]