Last night, out of nowhere, I was overcome with the desire to call my mom and burst into tears and say, "I'm scared!" And before I knew what was happening, I was crying on the phone to my mom like I a five-year-old.

"What's wrong?! What happened?! Did something happen?!" she asked.

"No, everything is fine," I said. "Why?" I asked, totally forgetting that I had just behaved like a trauma victim. I must be missing some part of my brain that makes moments in life seem continuous. As far as I knew, I was suddenly fine.

"Are you safe?!" she asked.

"Yes, I'm safe, Mom," I told her. "I just was suddenly overwhelmed by my life."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know what's going to happen."

"Well, nobody does."

"I know. So, how are you?"

"I'm making dinner. So, are you sure you're safe?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I just suddenly got scared about what's going to happen to me in my life. Sorry to bother you."

It's really embarrassing when I act out of a regressed state. Just for today, it's OK to be embarrassed when I act out of my own fear and anxiety.