today during my evening walk with bagel and alexis, i felt anxious. it was a bit difficult to breathe and my heart was racing. i’ve been here many times before, so i kept pushing. eventually, the feeling went away. i felt i needed to write this to remind myself (when i read it back later) that taking back control over my anxiety (as minuscule as it may be compared to others) is as much empowering as it is rewarding.
psa: keep fighting the good fight.
-ratha, 7:14pm, 10.21.18