Another Day

Another day. That is what it seems like most of the time. Another day in a string of non-descript days. I am doing a little better now or so it seems. I tend to break down now about every 3 days instead of 2. I never know when it will hit me. The only think I know is that it will be when I least expect it. I will start to feel strange and nervous and by the time I figure it out, it is usually too late. Today was one of those days. Sitting eating dinner next door and I felt the feeling. I was not sure what it was for a while and then when I figured it out I went over to my house to take my daily anti-anxiety medicine. As I stood in the bathroom and took the cap off the bottle of medicine I looked in the mirror and said to myself "Yep, another day". Then I laid down on the bed did a little crying and waited for it to pass. It took about a half hour and I felt better. Funny how crying helps. Another day done, now to sleep to start the next one. I am going to a grief group on Wednesday night. Hopefully that will help. Never thought I would be going to a support group on a Wednesday night. Seems more like a bowling night. Oh well, another day tomorrow.