Sometimes I don’t have anything to say about my anxiety.
Sometimes the feeling of being scared is so quiet that I don’t even notice it until I stop feeling it.
Sometimes I’m able to step back and see how well I’m handling everything despite it all.
Sometimes I recognize that I am having normal stress reactions to legitimately stressful things, and these normal stress reactions should be welcome.
Sometimes I haveameltdownanditrytogetthroughitandthenimeltdownevenmore
Sometimes I walk away from my triggers and it’s as if they were never there.
Sometimes I get through the day without feeling sad.
Sometimes, I’m okay.
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