I am trying my best to remain calm and positive. But when you are prone to fits of anxiety, being calm and/or positive is a tall order. Anxiety sucks. I remember the days when I could breathe without thinking; when I could function without consciously telling myself to slow down and take deep breaths. I find myself longing for the security of those easy days again.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Why? Because there has to be.
That is where I'm at.
In other news, this song by Sara Bareilles is so beautiful. I can't stop listening to it.