Living Past 22...When I was young I just knew that I would die when I was 22. But I didn't. I was surprised when I turned 23. 23 was a very bad year. Very bad.
I met with a therapist today for the first time in over 20 years. I told her about dying at 22. It came out that my anxious feelings started around then. Hmmm. Didn't realize the connection until today. Odd because I think about things A LOT. Y'all understand, right?
Marriage, mortgage, babies, cross-country moves, death (not me!), cancer , heart surgery (not me, not me!) work, no work, 9-11, Y2K. I'm working on letting all this go. Well, I'll keep the kids and the husband but I'm ready to leave the worry behind. More than ready.
I hope we can all someday leave our worries behind. Peace