Anxiety
You survived the Space Shuttle Challenger and dial-up internet, but nothing prepared you for being squeezed between your parents' failing health and your children's uncertain future while your own body rebels with sweaty palms and a mind that won't stop racing. The difficulty concentrating during important conversations, the way small uncertainties trigger waves of nausea, the bone-deep exhaustion that comes from constantly worrying about everyone but yourself, is unfathomable. "Look, I get it, I absolutely understand that your anxiety peaks every time someone asks you to 'circle back' or uses ‘Piggy Back’ in a meeting.
Gen X, you're carrying everyone else's weight on your shoulders while your mind races through endless "what-ifs" at 3 AM. You are constantly on edge with a knot in your stomach, your shoulders are always tense, you're not falling apart, you're holding everyone together, while anxiety increasingly takes over your body and mind.
Anxiety is hardest in those quiet moments—like when your partner is sleeping but you’re lying awake at 4 AM, rationalizing why the two of you are not having sex.
Stress-eating at midnight while mentally rehearsing tomorrow's difficult conversation with your investors.
Sunday evenings hit different when you're caught between obligations—that sinking feeling that whatever you do is never enough.
You were raised on a "figure it out yourself" mentality. You grew up troubleshooting an array of devices and adult decisions you weren't ready for, so naturally, you've Googled "how to stop anxiety," bookmarking articles you never quite remember when panic actually strikes. You've tried everything from cutting caffeine (lasted a day), convinced yourself that the right morning routine would make you stop catastrophizing, your Amazon cart is full of anxiety solutions—magnesium supplements, weighted blankets, and that book about mindfulness that's been "saved for later" since 2018. You've color-coded calendars, tried yoga (twice), and, but anxiety keeps showing up anyway, laughing at your perfectly curated coping mechanisms.
Unfortunately, anxiety doesn't take returns or come with customer service; it just leaves you more frustrated than when you started this DIY healing journey.
Gen X, the path you are stumbling on is not meant to be walked alone; you need a Jedi to guide you. Picture this: Not being anxious will feel like finding that perfect mixtape you thought you'd lost forever—suddenly, your mind has a soundtrack of peace instead of the constant static of worry. It's waking up and realizing you've slept through the night without your brain hijacking your rest with tomorrow's catastrophes. It's your limbs feeling loose and relaxed, it's going days without tension headaches or pain from stiff, hunched shoulders. Moving through your life like you're twenty-two again but with better taste in wine and coffee.
Remember when you used to lose hours in record and book stores? Not being anxious feels like wandering through a Walden Books or Sam Goody on a chill afternoon. There’s no agenda, just the pure joy of browsing and letting curiosity guide you from genre to genre. Being unstuck from anxiety is like your brain finally processing thoughts cleanly without that constant buffering of "what if" scenarios. It’s creativity flowing without permission slips from your anxiety.
Being free of anxiety means making and keeping Friday night plans with people who enjoy your company without the guilt that you're disappointing some invisible productivity board because you aren't on standby for your loved ones' next crisis.
Having a Gen X therapist means when you log on for a session, there's an instant recognition of someone who will get you! Because having a Gen X therapist means I won't judge you for using humor as a defense mechanism or roll my eyes when you say therapy feels like emotional homework you never asked for. I don't need you to explain why your anxiety feels like waiting for the next economic crash or family crisis—I lived through the same decades of instability that taught us all to expect the worst while pretending everything's fine!
I speak fluent Gen X, which means I get that your "overthinking" is actually hypervigilance born from real experience, and I won't try to convince you to just "think positive" when you've seen too much to buy into toxic optimism. You won't have to elaborate or give me a history lesson when you tell me your anxiety feels like being stuck between your helicopter-parenting instincts and your own latchkey kid independence. It’s the knowledge that we'll work through your stuff together while acknowledging that we both survived the '90s without social media, GPS, or Google - which frankly makes us pretty damn resilient.
Together, we'll unpack how growing up in the '70s, ’80s, and ’90s created this perfect storm of overthinking and second-guessing our own instincts. You'll finally feel seen by someone who knows the weight of carrying everyone else's expectations while your own dreams got deferred."
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Trust me, I speak fluent sarcasm and I know that sometimes the best therapy happens when we can laugh at the absurdity of adulting while our teenage angst playlist plays softly in the background.
We will honor your hard-earned skepticism while helping you distinguish between protective awareness and paralyzing worry
I understand how our generation learned to anticipate problems before they happened just to survive. I won't waste your time with generic anxiety treatment—instead, we will work with the reality of the exhausting responsibility of holding everyone else together.
Our sessions will cut through the wellness industry fluff to address what's really driving your sleepless nights: the bone-deep fatigue of being hypervigilant for thirty-plus years without anyone acknowledging the weight you've been carrying. You'll finally have someone who gets that your anxiety is a security blanket—an intelligent response that once served you well and can now be donated to make room for the life of peace and happiness that you earned.