I have had a lot of anxiety lately. More than I care to admit. Some of it has been due to circumstances and life. The rest has been self-induced. I kind of slipped under the wave of it like an under tow that snuck up on me.
Having a friend, who I respect, mention that I might want to see a doctor and check into anti-anxiety meds was a needed jolt.
And some conversations with other friends, and my mom, and my husband, and myself, have all gotten me to take a closer look at what is behind the worst of my self-induced thoughts.
In a word.
Actually, losing control. (that’s two words, I know.)
Control touches just about all of my worries. Because, obviously, if I could control it, I would fix it and it wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
But today was a better day. I got a grip. I took some deep breaths. I actually ate three square meals.
The next two months are still going to be an uphill climb. But I feel like I am stronger today than I was yesterday. I’m pretty sure tomorrow will be even brighter.