Maybe I am.
I recently set my dad up with his own WordPress and I realized I missed mine. I liked having my thoughts out there for no one and everyone. So here is my not so triumphant return. Life is all the same and yet so vastly different.
The anxiety has morphed into a greater beast that I struggle to fight off. But to counter that is T. Ah my T. She’s the sweetest two year old. I can say that because she’s mine. She gives the greatest hugs and knows just went to say I love you. The struggle is worth it for here. I just hope and pray that she doesn’t inherit this anxiety. But at least I’ll know first hand how to help her fight her own demons.