Yesterday was one of the most beautiful mornings I can remember.
The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the clouds were white as cotton. The air was crisp and cool, but the sun was shining brightly. It was breathtaking, really.
I pushed back the curtains to let the rising sun light up the house. I opened every window in the house at 6:30 in the morning to let the cool, fresh air in. I sat in front of the window, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting to catch my breath. It felt good to sit there, to relax and enjoy the moment.
I’m having a rough time right now. I won’t elaborate except to say I’m feeling overwhelmed with things.
I’m doing the best that I can– using techniques that I learned to deal with anxiety and stress. It helps get me through each day.
And really, right now, that’s what I’m doing. Just trying to get through each day, hoping each night as I lay my head on my pillow to go to sleep that tomorrow is the day I don’t have to remind myself to breathe.