Below is an excerpt from a recent edition of Culture Study, a column written by Anna Petersen. The essay really hit home for me – how hard won it was to become a modern woman—sometimes to the point of needing help and forgetting we can ask for it. 

I might add that, however, that it helps to partner with someone who is willing to fill the volunteer fireman’s position, but in any case having quarantined for so long – all of us have gotten the idea that it is up to us to isolate and be singularly responsible for taking care of ourselves.

Amanda Stern – who has fought anxiety throughout her full and productive career – writes of Dr. Tamar Chansky’s suggestions for handing rumination. What follows is an excerpt: 

I could think of no better person to help me (…) than Dr. Tamar Chansky, psychologist, author, and founder of the Children’s and Adult Center for OCD and Anxiety in Plymouth Meeting, PA.

“Rumination is the process of having repetitive thoughts that your mind gets you stuck on,” Dr. Chansky explains. “They are usually about a negative situation—a past relationship or interaction, a mistake, or some unfinished or pending problem—an upcoming test or challenge at work.”

In other words, thinking, like dreaming, is a way to process and digest information and rumination is a way to stymie that process.

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death.

Lin Yutang, My Country and My People