...It was so obvious. I wonder why I hadn't seen it before. It's probably because I didn't want to see it.
Dishes piled up in the sink, trash cans overflowing, crumbs under the kitchen table, laundry waiting to go in the washer. The morning starting out the way I thought it needed to, just 30 minutes later then usual.
Kids got off to school good, a little hiccup being called to preschool because the baby had an accident (I predicted this, but it doesn't make it easier). Got my workout in, despite all the other things that needed to get done.
My stress level, my anxiety level, all slowly going up...sneaking up on me. My patience level slowing going down without me knowing, until it's too late. Until I'm not functioning.
I'm just sitting on the couch watching soaps, scanning Pinterest for a kick start...something to spark my interest to get up and get myself out of this funk, because just staring at the messes will not do it.
"Just start."
"Stay on top of it and that won't happen."
"Put things away as you are done with them."
"You just have to do it."
These are all things that people have said to me. All things that if I didn't have anxiety would be sensible things to say. But I do. My anxiety is debilitating when it hits. And if you don't have it it's hard to understand how hard it is to break yourself out of it.
I search for solutions, none of which actually have helped get rid of it. Lessen it, yes. The stretches of time where it is hits get longer, but when they do come, it isn't easier. I still haven't found that magic "get out of anxiety free" card. It's not that easy. I wish it was, I wish I didn't have it. At times I wish that there was a magic pill out there that I could take and it will just all go away. There isn't.
So, I keep going. I keep searching for help, for things that will make the stretches longer, that will make the hits softer. Maybe someday I'll find it, maybe I won't. But I will stay hopeful...coming out of the darkness keeps me hopeful. Every time that I can at least come out of it is a step forward.
I hope anyone out there that can't see the light at least keeps moving forward, because it's there if you just keep moving. I'm here, I'm proof.








