This morning I was struggling with fear. Fear of my son crying, who is fussing during his nap again…no, crying again. It’s hard for me to hear.
So, when the adrenaline started coursing around my head this morning when I woke up fearing his cries, then again just now after he unsettled from setching down for his nap, I wrote out with my finger on the carpet,
I LOVE PETER.
But it’s hard to feel that when my world feels like it’s crashing in. I don’t know why my brain is doing what it’s doing, but now I have one tool to help it l, the anxiety, stop.