So, of course, I wake up at 3am anxious as fuck and not knowing why.
On a mental level, I still get it. I keep breathing and I’m doing a pretty awesome job of partially calming myself down and working through this moment. (Another improvement, if I do say so myself!)
Anyway, even with my badass coping skills, I’m still teetering on the edge of panic. Slipping down and “back” to where I was.
THE TRUTH is that there is no going back. I clearly have a little extra to go in giving myself space to relax and that’s fucking fine. So yeah, I might be in the throws of the symptoms of ohshitohshitohshit but I know it’s temporary. And I’m strong enough now to know it.
So I’ll be just fine, DAMNIT.