I wasn’t going to post. I don’t want to worry anyone, I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t want to get anyone else down. But that’s the irony, isn’t it? That’s all just my anxiety talking. So I am going to post.
Because I am in the throes of it at the moment. I’ll get through this, though. I will. It’s just going to be a tough couple of … I dunno how long. At least until Monday.
The court date is Monday. When the court date was still a ways off, it was easier. It just didn’t even feel real. Monday is real.
It’s not the only thing contributing to my anxiety, but it’s one of the big ones. And it seems like whenever there’s a big thing, all the little ones get louder, like they’re feeding off it. Work, parenting, writing, friends, family, covid, school, everything.
I’ll get through this.
I’ll make some bad decisions; I’ll try not to make too many. I’ll say things I’ll regret; I already have. But I will get through this.
“Like there is a bright morning arriving after a dark night,BTS, Tomorrow
there will be a bright light shining on you when tomorrow arrives,
so don’t worry about a thing.
This is not a stop, but a pause for a brief rest in your life“
translation by doolset
Praying for that bright light. Praying that Monday goes well and that the dark night starts to end there and not begin. And knowing that either way, it’s not a stop. It’s just another hurdle and it can be overcome.
Wishing you all peace. Love.