You know things aren’t good when you’re crying over french toast.

Yesterday was one of the most beautiful mornings I can remember.
The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the clouds were white as cotton. The air was crisp and cool, but the sun was shining brightly. It was breathtaking, really.
I pushed back the curtains to let the rising sun light up the house. I opened every window in the house at 6:30 in the morning to let the cool, fresh air in. I sat in front of the window, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting to catch my breath. It felt good to sit there, to relax and enjoy the moment.
I’m having a rough time right now. I won’t elaborate except to say I’m feeling overwhelmed with things.
I’m doing the best that I can– using techniques that I learned to deal with anxiety and stress. It helps get me through each day.
And really, right now, that’s what I’m doing. Just trying to get through each day, hoping each night as I lay my head on my pillow to go to sleep that tomorrow is the day I don’t have to remind myself to breathe.

30 thoughts on “You know things aren’t good when you’re crying over french toast.

  1. Shannon

    I hope you have a better time of it soon. I have my own struggle looming and when I start to feel the fingers of dread tickling my neck I just remind myself how lucky I am in so many other ways. hugs. S

  2. MariaV

    I hope things are better for you soon.
    During difficult times, I try to savor the small, peaceful moments so I can get through the rough stuff.

  3. Kristin

    Oh, Y. I’m sorry your’e having a hard time. I wish I could help in some more profound way, but I am holding you and yours in my heart. I think you’re pretty great.

  4. Julie

    I am right there with you. Deep breath…let it out…go punch the wall 😉 I hope it all gets better for both of us soon.

  5. Mary Jo

    ‘Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting to catch my breath.’
    That is how my anxiety makes me feel. I hate it.
    I’m sorry that things are overwhelming, I know how that feels. Like you said you just have to keep moving forward and pray that it continues to improve.

  6. Lex - @laprimera

    I love you Y! If you ever need to vent, I’m here. Anxiety is my everpresent heckler. I work hard to kick its ass. Sometimes, just letting it all out to a friend can help. Or laughing. Or screaming. Whatever. I’m here.

  7. JenniferB

    I believe in you! I hope things get better for you, and that you have someone(s) that you can talk to about it all and have lots of personal immediate support!

  8. Jill

    Sometimes just getting through the day is victory enough. As a wise person once said, this too shall pass (hopefully). And here’s hoping you can continue to find the beautiful in a perfect summer morning.

  9. Courtney

    Ugh, The Anxiety. Just when you think you’re coping fine, it sneaks up and bites you on the butt. Whenever this happens to me, I have to remind myself to take it one day at a time. That for the unforeseeable future, you will feel panicked, often times not knowing why, and it sucks. But that eventually, you will come out of it. And you’ll look back and think, “I did it again.” And you’ll be proud. 🙂
    Not saying it’s easy, but it’s the only way I can get through it. Thinking good thoughts for you.

  10. Baby Favorite

    I hear you.
    There’s a great article in this month’s issue of Good Housekeeping. It has a picture of a box of chocolates on the first page – can’t remember what it’s entitled – but it’s about dealing with stress and worry. (Something I have battled my whole life.)
    One part that talked about worrying caught my attention. It said something like, “…I realized that I was stepping out of my life that was beautiful, healthy and whole, and entering a nightmare of my own making.” I kinda went WOW. That’s what I do every time I worry.
    I’m not saying YOU’RE doing that, just saying it’s a great article if you are (or anyone here is) suffering from anxiety. Might want to check it out.
    Hugs to you.

  11. Corina

    I can relate to this in so many ways. Instead of crying, I worry incessantly, and knots form between my shoulder blades and I am unable to move.
    Breathe. That is what I have been forgetting.

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