This past couple of weeks I have been struggling more than I thought I would. My goal was to write a post every week and publish it. Other goals I have had for the past couple of weeks have fell through the cracks and I only have myself to blame. I have been falling more victim to my anxiety than taking control of it. The tattoo pictured above is on my arm to remind myself that I am the only one who can control it; that if I set my mind to it, my anxiety cannot control me. But, the last few weeks I have been letting it.
With officially being off the one medication I wanted to be, I am not used to feeling like I am. I am use to being able to slide through the day with medication masking all my symptoms. But I am stronger than that; I am stronger than any pill that I can take to assist me day to day.
Though this post is short, it is a quick reminder to myself and my anxiety that I am still around, that I am present and still fighting, even though I lost my fight for a few weeks. I went back to counseling for the first time in 7 months and that was just the beginning of my fight. I am going to continue to be stronger and not let my anxiety push me on the couch and continue to hide from life.
Remember, you have the ability to control your own fate, even when you feel that you don’t have any fight left. Find the smallest light in the dark and run with it.
Rationally Irrational; 