I had a small relapse along with severe anxiety. But I’m OK!
My mother is coming over for a visit. She lives in the same town as the person who abused me. In fact she knows his family. This was a trigger for me. My inner demons raised their ugly head. I knew that it wasn’t real! I was extremely anxious. But I kept telling myself that it was all in my head. So it was me voicing my fears of what that person would say about me. But he doesn’t know that I know. Hopefully he never will.
I had gone for a longer walk than usual that day. On top of that I had read for the whole afternoon. It was a good book and I couldn’t put it down. I know that reading tires me. So I was tired. Now I am being careful about how long I read. It was scary but I used logic and my knowledge of my illness to guide me through it. It wasn’t real!
I still have to talk to my counselor about it. She hasn’t called me back. But I figured out what the trigger was and that I was tired. Slowly I heal…Never stop fighting!