One Day at a Time

Yesterday I wrote about one word. Today my mind is occupied with recurring thoughts of panic.

It started with a Facebook message in which the sender ended with the sentence, “Only three more months until your grandbaby is due.” Instant panic set in. Three months? Seriously? It seems like October was just last week and we were getting the exciting news. In three months we need to fit in two moves (one for our son and one for us); we need to get an out of state wedding planned. Just those two things are daunting. Instantly my mind was overwhelmed and my body started to shut down. Breathing became difficult.  The urge to escape was strong.

I write in hopes of alleviating the tremendous stress load that seems to be crushing me right now.

It isn’t working though.

One ticket to a mountain cave in Montana please.

About becmom45

Wife of one, mom of four, mom-in-law to two, grammy to one precious little boy; lover of snow, autumn, pumpkins, cats, books, baking, Charles Wysocki puzzles, Christmas; honest, raw author who hopes what is written here enlightens and educates those fortunate enough to not understand the demons chronicled.
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