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Writing Elephant

It is little things in life that make or break us. I’ve realized this everytime it’s a little thing that seemingly gets in my way or makes me feel better.

Recently I’ve felt the world on my shoulders. So much so that it took me two weeks to write this post, tell my husband, and remember my coping mechanisms. This is quick for me. Whatever I am dealing with anxiety, depression, or what have you it is not easy to deal with on my own. I’ve never truly realized how much of a supporter my husband was until tonight when I mentioned I thought I should see a therapist. He asked me why. I said so I didn’t bother him with it. Evan has always told me that I never need to hide things like this from him but I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt it until tonight.

Although he believes I don’t need to see a therapist, he won’t stop me either. He held me as I cried uncontrollably and he told me to do things that I know can help me forgot my problems, even just for a little while. Told me that we will start doing some random date nights so we both don’t get stuck in a rut.

For right now Tuesday nights are dedicated to relaxing baths for me and I think that will be good for at least a little bit longer. I’m going to make a point to read whenever I can and might delete Facebook off my phone for a while, that seemed to help before. I will still have my blog page open and will be able to be reached there, but my personal will be quiet for a while.

For the rest of my night I’m going to lay in bed relaxing under my Himalayan pink salt lamp with lavender vodka pillow spray and attempt to start tomorrow fresh.

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