I have had 24 hours of relentless anxiety. It is full on PTSD but with an unknown trigger. And my left leg is in unbearable pain. Screaming out pain. Throw up pain.
I forced myself to leave the house and find something beautiful. Something good. Something that I could focus on for just one minute other than all of this.
The sky always takes me away. Just for a moment. I will take that moment. And then I came upon vibrant yellow flowers on the side of the road and a black butterfly. Two black butterflies wrapped up in each other in the air and then landing on the flower then wrapped up in each other in the air then back on the flower. They had a beautiful dance going on. It made me want to dance with my husband.
And another rock with a flower! I guess I am not the only one in the world who has a rock with a flower growing out of it. It was the palest of pink and so delicate. I actually got up and walked over to it to take the picture. I’m glad I put on shoes which I never do because I cannot walk in them.
I think the only thing I CAN do at this point is get back into my owl jammies and call it a day: