Time heals all wounds.
I hope that’s true!
Today is a waste to this stupid ailment I have been wrestling with for almost a year and a half.
I spent the day at home trying to be productive but couldn’t.
I had someone tell me once, “Don’t be a victim?”
They were right. The problem sits deep within. Is anxiety just your soul being a victim? I don’t know. Maybe.
There have been times I have been super determined not to let this crap stop me. My “Stepping Forward” or “Guide” entries show what happens when I demand to live my life anxiety free. Epic bad days.
There have been times I’ve been on a good track, like this morning. Feeling great…and then I tumble.
It’s so random. So awkward. One minute you feel stronger, life flows again. I laughed and smiled!
The next minute I am racing home fearful my blood pressure is bottoming out.
The day was sunny, perfect temperatures and I was with my spouse having a great time.
A subject came up that I find unnerving and that was it. The beautiful day – another one in the stick pile – gone.
You sit and wait like you’re dying.
After 1 1/2 years, you’d think there would be SOME medical indication.
There is no reasoning with unreasonable.