Waves.
I'm a happy girl. I am blessed beyond words. I absolutely love my life. I'm not bragging. I'm reminding myself. I'm trying to combat anxiety with gratitude. It's so crazy how one day, everything can be fine. I can discuss panic attacks and anxiety as a "been there, done that" situation rather than one I'm constantly working through. It seems to lie dormant until I've had too many good days in a row. I love the ocean. I love being in the shallow waves (at least until a fish touches me). I love feeling it move and flow. Sometimes, though, a wave comes along and tosses you around. That's what anxiety is in my life - the unexpected wave that tosses me about. Coming out of an up-all-night panic attack, I can compare it to swimming underwater, and seeing the light at the surface. So close. So far. Just in reach. Relief. I don't want to be the girl who always blogs about this, but it is what it is. This is a part of my life - but not my whole l