I am proud of myself today. OK so I do like to blow my own trumpet, but today I kicked arse.
It started off with my little family walking to the fishmonger, for those of you who have come late to the story (or missed the post) my back hurts, nothing is really being done, because of waiting times, but over the last few days I have been able to bend, so I thought it was getting better, pfft that was a mistake.
Anyway, so we walked to the fishmonger its a 3 mile round trip, so I was really proud of my 3 year old son (who then demanded to go play in the park) but I was in pain, my back hurt.
But and this is where anxiety go suck a lemon. We realised that Matt (my son) had forgotten his bunny and he couldn’t possibly go to the park with Mr Bunny.
It was decided that I go back to the house with all the fresh things, and then come back with Mr Bunny. Its rare I go anywhere by myself, I normally need either my partner or my son (who is my safety blanket)
But I did it, I walked home by myself, which was the easy part. I used my keys to distract myself and then I walked back down, I could feel my heart beating so hard I thought it was going to come out of my chest (fortunatly I live near a hospital) but using the damn bunny as a distraction I managed it.
Although you should see the looks you get as a thirty something woman walking down the street carrying a stuff toy
who cares about them looks xD you did really well 🙂
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I get use to them 😉 Thank you
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I know, it can still be really hard sometimes. But for me it’s usually easier to ignore it, or laugh about it. Stupid looks from ignorant people… You did something that’s very hard and you took care of yourself while doing it, that’s great and that should be all that matters.
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I may skip down the road next time, that should give them something to stare at and thank you 🙂
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Sending you a virtual high five! Nothing wrong with a bunny. :0)
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🙂 Thank you
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Good job. My mom used to suffer anxiety and some of that was passed to me. Not sure if through genes or behavior but I still have anxiety attacks. Good for you. Every step is an accomplishment.
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That is what I am desperatly trying to not happen to my son, and thank you 🙂
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My mom had a mild case of agoraphobia and she had a fear of policemen (no idea why). I have a hard time in large crowds. Amusement parks, conferences and stuff take a lot for me to attend. My last conference, I flew in 2 days early to get my bearings to deal with the amount of people who would be showing up.
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At my worse, I was boardering on agoraphobia and in fact I think I still have that as a diagnoises, but it is certainly no longer true, I have managed to do a few theme parks, during the least busiest periods in the past six months, but I still suffer massivly from anxiety
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It takes time to work through, but it can be done.
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Agreed, I think if I had addressed the anxiety sooner, it would be a lot easier
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I think everyone needs a bunny sometime. Good for you!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Proud of you Love!
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Thank you my darling
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