Thursday, November 10, 2016

Chance meeting; trigger pulled

I ran into a friend and in catching up was exposed to multiple triggers.

They pulled.

That afternoon my anxiety fired and the next day was lost to IBS and space outs. I had Valium in the morning and again at night.

But I bounced back and even that horror—combined with the Donald Trump fiasco—didn't stop me the next day monstering a vast pile of work and fixing a bunch of shit that needed deep fixing. The focus on positive frenetic activity helped keep space outs at bay.

I lost a day—but just a day. Then I got the fuck back up and dove straight back in. 

Current me is fucking awesome; one past-me would be proud of.

WFTW.

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