Day 81. Brave
I'm brave now. Or, getting there I should say. There was a thunderstorm tonight which in the past meant that I would have had a panic attack complete with upset stomach, spinning head, can't breath, can't function, running to the basement, chattering teeth...the list is long.
Tonight, for the first time, I opened our blinds, and I sat at the window, and watched the wind blow. And my teeth didn't even chatter once.
I'm proud. And thankful that I can watch a storm and not crave a Xanax.
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