Augh can’t think of a title

What kind of writer am I anyway? Can’t even think of a title.

My anxiety is crazy harsh right now. Tomorrow I’ll be working in and closing the shop on my own for the first time. I have an upcoming trip that I’m stressed about for some reason. What would in stable circumstances make me feel joy and excitement only seems overwhelming, and I don’t understand and can’t come to terms. Ugh unanswered questions are thought-provoking but frustrating to the max.

Writing always helps (along with the diazepam kicking in).

I’m also struggling with the change in routine.

This post feels so negative.

But I guess I’ve already established that healing is painful. For me, anyway. I don’t know how others experience healing.

Thank you for listening. We all need support sometimes.

Peace,

Kathy