It’s about two weeks now until the next legal thing. I’ll not nervous, yet. The date sits in the back of my mind, not looming over us like previous meeting dates did. It’ll happen when it happens, eventually. I feel like I should be nervous, however, since by that time it will be nearly 11…
Monday’s drive in was rough. There wasn’t any traffic, no construction, but I was already anxious about the repair estimate. Anxiety breeds more anxiety, and that just results in everything being a gateway to remembering things that my mind won’t let me forget, bringing everything back and to the forefront. In this case, it was…
Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…