Arn't I A Woman?: Anxiety, brothers tryin me

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Sep 2, 2012

Anxiety, brothers tryin me


Anxiety disorders are kind of misunderstood. Everyone has anxiety, so I think some people don’t get what the big deal is. Anxiety disorders became a manipulation tool for doctors and the pharmaceutical industry more readily than other disorders that could necessitate taking medicine because there is ostensibly an entire population of people who have symptoms. So it has become this sort of ‘where’s waldo?’ of people who actually suffer from anxiety in their day-to-day lives.


                                                 What your anxiety looks like in human form, what a jerk 


Living with an anxiety disorder basically means that every moment of your life has you on the edge of your seat, and not in a fun, roller coaster way. You are constantly in this mode where you try to prepare for an assumed disaster that might never come, a perpetual fight-or-flight. Most situations and conversations toss you head first into a sea of  “what ifs.” You basically are never relaxed. I don’t have the ability to relax because there is always something to worry about.

And here’s where it’s a disorder: you lack the ability to discern when anxiety is useful and when it is detrimental. I think normal anxiety has its function. It’s like a preparation tool. But when you start putting anxiety before everything in your life, you create this unyielding force field of worry that follows you around wherever you go. No moment is sacred.

So next time you are talking to someone with an anxiety disorder, keep that in mind. It makes you do and say really weird things. It makes a lot of people jittery. It makes you talk too much or too little. Sometimes it just makes you say really weird things. Like today at the coffee shop. I told the coffee guy that I was smarter than him while he got my coffee. What? Why would I say that? My anxiety also makes me laugh a lot at weird and inappropriate times. It makes me do the craziest things, really, now that I’m thinking about it .So keep that in mind. It’s not me, it’s the anxiety. And a little part just me, too.


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Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

Sojourner Truth

Delivered 1851 at the Women's Convention

Akron, Ohio