I took him home in his donated pink carrier (since he was too anxious to go home in the standard box), plopped him down in my bathroom, closed the bathroom door, and opened his kennel. I sat with him like that in the bathroom for hours, always respecting the sanctuary of his cage. In all the ways I have and continue to show up for him, Espresso also shows up for me.
Tag: anxiety
an anxious existence
Awareness is a hard path to trudge down and there are constantly surprises, but every rock in the way that you can point to, is a rock that won’t knock you on the ground. A rock that you can see for all that it is, is an obstacle that you can now nimbly navigate to avoid tripping over and halting your progress.
maybe we are brave
There are some days where my anxiety destroys me. It takes a rather benign action and twists it into something that feels all-consuming.
normalizeheart 