When ‘they’ said the second year would be harder, I didn’t think it would happen to me. After all, I’ve been doing very well with Greta lately.
But then the anxiety came with a vengeance on Thanksgiving day and if this is just a taste of it, God help me!
The entire day (Thanksgiving), I was on this little weird grief cloud, some of you may know what that odd-feeling is like.
Like almost walking in a dream, knowing that I’ll wake up at some point to deal with the anxiety building up.
I’ve learned that this is a defense mechanism. Something my body does to protect itself from an anxiety attack.
Then I “woke up” just minutes before having to go to my parents.
I had to calm down before I ended up bringing Greta to my parents. I wasn’t going to be the party pooper.
I waited and calmed down. I went to dinner but I didn’t stay long, then I came back home to have a couple of drinks, plop myself on the couch, and do some online shopping.
Yep, sure enough, the second-year holiday was worse than the first.
And it sucks!
I would like to be asleep for the next four months, please.
Miss you, Bubb!