I worry about big things and little things. I worry if there is enough food in the kitchen. I worry that my husband may or may not have remembered to eat. Sometimes he forgets with his PTSD brain. I worry that my kids are not safe, even my grown adult daughter who lives in Texas… Continue reading Worry is a Waste of Time, yet I still do it.
I am not afraid of much, not really. There is my fear of being alone. Not just alone for an afternoon if my husband is busy and all my kids are at school. I mean, alone, alone. Like A.L.O.N.E. alone. No family, no friends. Pure stillness and silence. Just me and a ticking clock. No… Continue reading What Are You Afraid of?