Yes, they’re mine. Guatemalan worry people.
It seems like I went through life without a care in the world until my mother died in 1999, and when she did, her neuroses left her body and entered mine with a great big whooosh! Yes, that’s right. She was a big worrier and then, overnight, I became a big worrier.
Like anyone who’s been raised Catholic, any time I feel anxiety I am big on invoking all the saints I possibly can. The other day I saw that St. Anthony was the patron saint of stomach problems and I thought my husband was going to choke to death laughing when I asked if he thought we should hang a small picture of Anthony in the bathroom.
And then, amulets. My mother favored the St. Jude medal, perfect for hopeless cases. Some people pray to the Virgin Mary and others to various specific saints. The thing about intercessory prayer is that it seems like you’re doing something, even if it doesn’t work. And I’ve seen studies both ways: it works, it doesn’t work.
For India, though, I’ve been using these teensy worry dolls. Share your worries with them, then put them under your pillow so they can do the worrying for you and you can sleep. They’re traditionally used by kids, but that hasn’t stopped me.
So today, I’m asking what tools YOU use when you’re really worried about something. Do you have amulets or medals? Do you pray in any way? Or do you think it’s all hogwash? This inquiring neurotic needs to know!