Peelings

Small things count.

Sometimes I can't do anything constructive.  I get too anxious about things that most people think are just normal.  

Going shopping for example - what's scary about that?  Everything on a bad day & nothing on a good one.

By "everything" I mean "every single thing".  Getting out of the house. Getting there.  I've had days where I get out and suddenly the Fear starts.  And I mean heart-racing, stomach-flipping, your worst-nightmare, I-can't-breathe fear. 

Every time I can get out, I think I peel a layer off my fears.  Every time I can do something as normal as peeling potatoes, I feel like I'm getting there.  Although without any idea of where "there" is.