Okay I lied. I said my anxiety story was to be continued, but I’m actually writing a book!
I want to keep the contents of the book private.
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Since I had my first panic attack my life was literally never the same. I woke up every morning with my heart racing. Yet I still had to go to school.
I attended F.H. LaGuardia High School of Music and Art & Performing Arts. I was a drama major there. Ironically, I was acting every single day I went to school. My role was pretending to be “normal.” I had to pretend that my heart was beating at a regular pace. I needed to make my classmates and teachers believe that I was just another teenager with ordinary teenage problems, even though this couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Inside I knew that I was different.
I couldn’t understand it. I was terrified of my smallness in the world. The universe was massive and I tiny in comparison. I couldn’t process this concept.
Another thing that I continually harped upon was my fear of becoming an adult. I was used to being under the care of my parents. Once I began having panic attacks I was terrified of going out “into the world” and not having my parents to protect me.
What if I had a panic attack and no one was there to help me? I couldn’t conceive of this.
One day, in my history class, I caught a boy staring at me. I felt strange. Clearly he liked me, but I didn’t understand why. I was a freak. He didn’t know who I “really was” inside. If he found out, surely he would change his mind.
Every day I would go to class and he would continue to stare. I fully believed that no one would even like me because I was different.
Thankfully, I was wrong.
To be continued.
This is a guest post. Here are some suggestions of ways that you can make some extra money in the fall.
If you’re a parent, you’ve likely had the added responsibility to entertain them during the summer holidays and while many of us have had work commitments get in the way, school holidays still mean having to fork out extra on childcare, clubs and play schemes that can cost a small fortune.
You may find, as your brood head back to school, that your rainy day slush fund is completely dilapidated and if you want to enjoy the coming months and Christmas, you will need to try and recoup a little cash.
Whether you’re looking at an October half term UK break at The Wave Hotel, Bognor Regis or you’re hoping to secure a last minute deal in the sun, making a little extra money will help you to achieve your dreams. Of course, you could always try your luck at the current Cushelle competition that has a family holiday up for grabs – you never know!
Don’t resort to more debt if you can help it – it’s surprising where you can make money if you really think about it.
De-clutter with eBay
eBay is a marvelous online tool, especially if you have a lot of clutter. You never know what your junk is worth. From old toys and clothes to more valuable pieces like pottery and jewelry, you can sell whatever you like. Just be a little careful with listing brick-a-brack and things of poor quality – you may end up paying more in listing fees. That’s what these are for, anyway…
Car Boot Sales
A popular jaunt for people of all ages, the humble car boot sale can help to sell your junk and make a pretty penny from it. Once you have made your pitch fee back, the rest is profit and as long as you don’t wander the stalls and spend it on more stuff, you will be able to pop it into your slush fund as soon as you get home.
Go freelance
This may not be possible for people who haven’t got the experience, but if you have done any freelance work in the past, now might be the time to pick up the reins again. There are plenty of websites that advertise jobs that could be perfect for you, from writing and proofreading to data entry and graphic design. Use your skills to make you some extra cash!
Get crafty!
If you have a talent, why not profit from it? From handmade wedding stationery to customizing shoes and clothing, find your niche and use it!
Give yourself a little more to play with this autumn with these handy ideas!
I was 15 years old when I had my first panic attack. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was reading a comic book called “Books of Magic.” My memory is foggy on this part, but I recall that in this particular comic, the characters from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series (Death and Dream) cease to exist. This concept of theoretically eternal characters dying made my 15 year old mind start to spin. The room was moving. I was dizzy. I sat up from the blue This End Up couch and found my mom in our West 87th Street apartment.
“Mom,” I said “I need to go outside right now.”
“Okay.” My mom said grabbing her coat and not missing a beat.
I took her hand and we got in the elevator and headed outside to the front of our building. I could feel my heart racing uncontrollably.
“Mom.” I said timidly. ” I don’t know what my place is in this world.”
I looked up at my mother wanting her to save me. I wanted her to stop the sky from spinning. I needed my heart to stop racing. But everything kept going including my mind. It wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop it.
My mom just held my hand and told me to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. After five minutes, my heart began to steady and slow down. But I was left with this unsettling feeling that one day, I was going to die.
Not only was I going to die someday, but I was very small in comparison to the rest of the world, which was rather large.
I couldn’t get over how small I felt. I was an ant and the universe was expansive and I was drowning in the hugeness of it all.
I went to bed that night hoping that it would all go away by the morning. But when I awoke the next day, my heart was still racing.
I had plans to attend a comic convention with my best friend. I called her a few days later and told her I couldn’t go. We’d bought tickets and everything.
“I don’t understand.” She said. “You were really excited to go. What happened?”
I tried to explain to her about the Books of Magic comic I’d read and how it made me feel. She tried to empathize, but she was disappointed that I wasn’t going to the convention since we’d been so excited about it.
Weeks later, she experienced a panic attack too. She understood what I was going through. We didn’t know what to call them at the time, so we labeled them “freaking out.” When we experienced panic, we were “freaking out.”
From the day that I had my first panic attack at age 15, my life was never the same.
To be continued…
I was in the city today with Ari today going to pick up a check for transcription when a man stopped me.
“I’m sorry,” he said “I normally don’t do this, but I had to stop you because one of your spirit guides was calling out to me. Do you believe in spirit guides?”
“Yes, I do.” I said.
There is a part of my personality that is deeply spiritual.
“I usually don’t do this, but I do aura and energy work. Would you like a reading?” He asked.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go pick up a check.” I said. ” I can meet you back here in 20 minutes.” I said.
He agreed.
Ari and I went to get my check and returned to the spot we were in previously.
We got some pizza and waited. I wondered if the man would return. He did.
“What’s your sign?” I asked him.
“I’m a Capricorn.”
“What’s your moon sign?” I asked him.
“Oh, I never tell anyone that. Not even my boyfriend knows.”
He was from L.A., he said. He told me that he did this energy work in California, and that he only worked with five people a year. He had one opening left, the fifth one, and that was reserved for me. He was smooth and well-dressed and wore designer sunglasses.
I told him I couldn’t afford much for the reading. He said that was okay, and we settled on $25.00.
The reading was intense. He asked me to think of three questions I wanted to know the answers to. I did. He intuitively knew things about me before I could say them. He just knew.
He could tell that I was a creative person. He said that one day I would inspire a lot of people. That I would stop people from dying.
The man told me that he never stops people. That my spirit guide was tugging on his ear because she wanted to give me a message. She wanted to tell me that my life was going through a major transition. There was darkness surrounding me. It needed to be removed in order for me to succeed.
He said that I’d sought out healers in the past, but none of them had ever “really” helped me.
As the reading progressed, the dynamic between he and I began to change. He asked me for more money. He needed to burn three candles (with specific spiritual ingredients only communicated to him by my spirit guides) in order to help me. I told him that I could only give him a small amount of money, that I needed to pay my phone bill. He persisted.
I ended up giving this man $70 (which was way less than what he asked for by the way) so that he could light candles for me. $70 went from my hand to his.
He told me to make three wishes.
I did.
He asked for my phone number and I gave it to him.
I believed him.
Until he left. Then it hit me what had just happened. I called my friend Kay, and he confirmed what I already knew. I had been swindled. While I was on the phone with Kay at Target, a man on the escalator stopped me.
“Excuse me,” he said, “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I just want to let you know that a real healer wouldn’t approach you on the street and give you spiritual advice. That’s intrusive.”
I looked at the man, from his dress I could tell he was a religious Jew.
“Okay,” I said “but you probably don’t believe in this stuff.”
“Yes I do.” He said. “I’m a healer myself. You think it’s a coincidence that you’re meeting me. You’re bringing this energy to yourself.” He said.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you,” He said “But I’m in a bit of a rush since Shabbos starts soon and I’m meeting my wife. I’ve cured cancer and other major diseases.” He said.
“Would you work with me?” I asked.
“Sure, but check out my website before you commit to anything.”
He gave me his name and website.
“Can I tell you what I’m looking for help with?” I asked
“Of course.” He said.
“I have anxiety.” I said plainly.
“Your digestion is poor.” He said without thinking. “You worry and you’re not processing food properly, therefore you’re not processing emotions properly either.”
That blew my mind, because this man knew nothing about me and he was right. He went on to tell me a few more things that rang incredibly true but I can’t remember them now. I do remember that he told me that it was important to get in touch with my faith. He said that would ground me.
I’m not quite sure what to think. I know that the first “healer” was a con artist. But the second guy seemed legitimate.
I do know this, I’m not going to let any more money escape my hands to spiritual healers.
The other day I got an email from HALO SleepSack asking if my readers would be interested in learning about the HALO SleepSack Swaddle. Now my kids are older, but then I thought about it and realized I knew at least two friends who were pregnant at the time, and two others that had just given birth
I reached out to my friend Alana, who was expecting her fourth child and she agreed to review the HALO SleepSack!
Here’s an adorable picture of her baby girl Izzy in the HALO SleepSack
Alana reports that the HALO SleepSack was a welcome alternative to the baby blankets they usually use. Look at Izzy. She’s so cozy.
I can remember using the HALO SleepSack myself when my kids were babies. They slept well when they were snug and swaddled.
Want to win this blanket for your baby? Do you know anyone who’s expecting a baby? This blanket is an excellent baby shower gift!
Enter to win below!
My friend Leah sent me a website the other day via my Facebook wall with one question “Giveaway?”
This website was Mine is Yours Apparel.
Leah and I have been friends for 15 years, and I always take her suggestions seriously. I checked out the site and I immediately fell in love with this shirt:
Messy hair is in y’all!
The Power Animal shirt is available exclusively from Mine is Yours Apparel, a local clothing company whose warehouse is…guess where? Brooklyn! That’s right, represent!
So I wrote Megan at Mine is Yours Apparel and asked if she’d be willing to do a giveaway. She replied right away and said yes! It was one of the best emails I’ve gotten in a while. Megan, you’re awesome!
This shirt is not only an amazing design, but it’s super comfortable too. I feel like I’m wearing pajamas.
Another cool thing about Mine is Yours Apparel is they include a packet of seeds with each tee shirt you’re sent in the mail!
Want to win this awesome tee shirt? Enter below!

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Sarah Fader is a parenting blogger. In addition to OS/NS Mom, she blogs for The Huffington Post. She was featured on HuffPost Live talking about her viral article 3-Year-Olds are Assholes. Look out for her upcoming book on the topic!
She's been blogging since 2009. She has two beautiful children, Ari, 5 and Samara, 3. She was born and raised in New York City is a graduate of F.H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts as well as New York University's Gallatin School of Individualized Study where she studied theater and philosophy.
She has a background in vocational rehabilitation counseling. Sarah was raised reformed Jewish and is still searching for her true Jewish identity. Currently, Sarah writes full time and is a professional transcriber for reality television. She resides in Brooklyn with her kids and two cats.
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