For a long spell I was anxious, scared, depressed
about this caretaking job
I have had to take on.
Realizing that allowing this was going to kill me
if I continued,
I decided to work
on not being anxious, depressed and scared.
It seems to be working overall
It doesn't mean I don't burst into tears now and again
or have a tight stomach
it means
I do it less
AND
I breath
It is thes BEST
Breathing calms me.
I have started to do the things I enjoy
walking, gardening.
Still hesitant to entertain
as it is so hard for Tim to hear
and I don't want him to feel neglected.
Wish we had a dog. Dogs have always been my friends.
God knows I could use a friend
Furry one would be the one of choice
but Tim and cat
are definitely
causing me to pause.
So the journey continues but the hill right now doesn't feel as steep.
Thank you universe and me. You gotta do so work to make it through
any day let alone the challenging ones.
