Not everything is peachy, not everything is keen. Some days are better than others, and some days just suck rocks.
And some days, there’s nothing obvious going on, but I take a breath. …
And realize I’m once again the Great Clenched Human Fist.
Every muscle feels locked in place, curled and tense, my chest tight with dread.
Not a crisis… but a million little things that add up to chronic, generalized anxiety.
Meditation no longer helps the way it once did, and insomnia is a constant, unwelcome guest in my home.
I can’t wait for my annual checkup on Monday. My doctor only sees me once or twice a year, and I think she’s coming to dread those visits… time to visit about getting back on anti – anxiety meds… *sigh*
Goddess, some days I think I deserve to wear a cape, simply for getting through the day without ending up in the jacket with the silver buckles & self – hugging straps.