Recently, I abruptly moved, and staying with my grandmother. Left my husband. A story I'd much rather not dive into.
I've been in my home town for almost a week, and something occurred.
I'm pushing myself too hard, too fast. So my anxiety started to spike.
I've been looking into getting a used RV to live on my dad's property. I know I don't need to rush this. I have time. My family is just glad I'm here after being gone for 8 years. A lot has changed.
I recognize the signs of my anxiety spiking, so I sit down to figure out how to best handle it. Do I listen to music, or watch TV? Do I text my brother and ask him to get me out of the house again? We were just fishing this morning.
My grandma's dog throws her front paws on the couch, so I pat a spot next to me to let her know it's okay to jump up next to me.
This sweet rolly polly laid on my lap. Within minutes, my anxiety came back down.
Thank you Angel. I didn't know that that was all I needed.
I'll try to slow down now.













