Eight days later
I wasn't sure how many day's it'd been, since my last "triggered" moment. Then I logged in to write a blog and I saw May 4th, and it was empty. Empty because I don't remember what I'd written. I do recall however, that it was rooted in dark depression. After the moment I wrote it, I went back and erased it. I didn't want it to cause issues. I contacted my "free therapy" aka best friends and talked things out. I separated myself from the thing triggering me. I can tell I'm growing in my ability to find outlets. I'm not letting my anxiety take me out of the game as easily.
This week was better. I didn't let my insecurities rule my life, and I was actually living. I hope I can continue this trend.
Love you guys!
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