This week, my anxiety has been particularly high and difficult to deal with. Friends have gotten texts that said, “I just had a panic attack and still think I might die. Just wanted someone to know that because it makes me feel better.”
But I didn’t die.
My partner and I split up. But I didn’t die.
I drove out of the province alone. But I didn’t die.
I dealt with conflicts with others on the road. But I didn’t die.
I met new people. But I didn’t die.
I prematurely exited a social gathering. But I didn’t die.
Maybe for normal people those wouldn’t be any huge accomplishments, but I’m pretty damn proud of myself for getting through those situations without a full blown panic attack backing me down.
And now I get to enjoy a couple of weeks at Forever MicroRanch Sanctuary, where these guys are keeping me company while I work.