I woke up early today. I got in 7.6 miles walking this morning. I haven’t done much else. I got my rental car and it’s all packed and ready to go. I am having a lot of anxiety – feeling really sad about leaving John. I feel so torn. Ugh. I was so miserable when I lived here, and now I am feeling sick about leaving.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 48 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, "just keep breathing in and out, that's enough for today."