Hey guess what?! I'm still breathing!

I think one of the worst parts about days like Monday is that it comes out of nowhere. It isn't caused by something or someone. It isn't because I don't like to stay at home with my kids, or because I have too many kids and can't manage them, or because of a lack of coping skills, or impatience, and it isn't because I don't believe enough in God, or other things that plague every day life. It isn't mind over matter, although I do my best to understand my body and work with it, to move in a healthier direction when the chemicals in my body go more haywire than what is usually regulated by medication. How's that for a run-on sentence?

Is it irrational? Ridiculous? Of course. There's no reason for the grip of anxiety and the plummet to depths to sweep over me like a giant wave in the middle of a morning that is otherwise pleasant, sunny, and filled with the hugs and love of three really great kids. It's incredibly difficult to understand or explain. It's horrible to experience. It's utterly debilitating.

But anyway.

Today is a much better day than yesterday. Yesterday was more tolerable than Monday.

Moving right along.

Thanks for listening. Thanks for caring. Thanks for understanding. Every encouraging word, every prayer, every Twinkie offered is incredibly helpful. Just to know that I'm not alone . . .