Panic

I don't like having panic attacks... I suppose most people don't like having them. But still.

I was having a great morning, playing with the girls while trying to clean up. Just laughing and having fun.

Then when I walked through the basement to feed the cats, I smelled what I think was Natural gas. Oye....

With all the things already going on in my house; finding mold growing in the master bath, finding out that my shelf that holds a lot of glass dishes was barely holding things up. I didn't need to have a gas leak in my house.

Anyway, that sent up my hackles and I walked around a bit to see if I could smell more. I didn't, but now it is there lingering in the back of my mind.

Anxiety is my enemy. It doesn't make me feel good. And it makes me do things that I regret.

So this is it. I am going to beat you anxiety and find ways to soothe my soul when ever I feel you start to creep back in. I have enough to worry about without you making things all that much worse. I can't handle the things I need to when you are around. So hear this, I will not let you stay in my head.