I See You...

Hey beautiful…

I see you.

I see how every single day you just hope and pray that you’ll have a few moments of relief, of “normal.” When that anxiety animal is clawing at your chest and you have no idea why. Or when your emotional flashbacks make you feel afraid even when the sun is shining and all is well. Or when a day under the covers sounds so much better than getting up and going to work and doing the things.

I mean, really – how is it that we are still expected to do the things when every moment feels like electricity under our skin?

I see you, friend. And I know it is so so hard.