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What's in a name?

I wake up this morning and to my surprise we are on good terms with Leticia, I know for sure because I have piece of mind.

She probably went for a walk or something but this me time I will appreciate. I wanted to explain to you why I decided to name my anxiety but I won't say why I chose the name Leticia.

When I got to know that I have anxiety I didn't take it quite well, this was mostly because maybe I didn't want people to treat me like something is wrong with me.

I didn't want people to think of me as a "nutcase" because most of the time that's what society sees mental health problems as.

So I learned that for people to accept this and for them to understand it better, it was time for me to be familiar with it.

Then I can be comfortable talking about it with people and making them aware of what it is, how it affects me but most importantly that it is nothing be scared of or ashamed of.

But for one to be familiar with someone you need to know them on a first name basis right? Now I sat down and thought about the name. I made Leticia my friend and I learned a lot about her in the process.

I found out her triggers, her fears and a way to deal with her.

Now it is easy for me to talk about my anxiety and to even write about her as well as share my stories with you.

Now when I meet people or when I am invited to speak in front of people (which most of the time feels like a near death experience for me) but is part of the job, I can introduce myself along with her and it is not so difficult anymore.

That's the reason why and this method has been of help.
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