Yesterday I turned 38. I woke up to someone canceling plans on me. Then I went into a spiral of anxiety and self pity. Jimmy took the boys to speech for me. I laid dramatically on my love seat and cried. Then anxiety set in with ridiculous worries.
Most of the morning I saw my 38 years on earth as failure. My great goals never being accomplished and worry my kids will grow up to be horrible people. Worry that I'm dying in the short term and nobody will care. At the time all the fears were so real.
Another worry was that I'm too unhealthy to give any of them any more good life experiences and memories. I cried a good while, sat around without a bra. Then I got out of my head.
My mom came to take me to lunch I did a few other things and ultimately had a good day. My kids and Jimmy made my day pretty special. I got a new owl, homemade cards, cake and homemade dinner.
Monday I see the therapist and hope to gain healing on several fronts. I have VA paperwork to fill out and need to get my dang ID.
Life really isn't so bad, just sometimes things make it feel too much.
My need a neck and head massage.
-The Notorious M.O.M.