In writing about the death of my Dad six years ago, I knew some of the memories would be hard and stir up a lot of emotions.
I put together a plan that is working out very well.
- I have a goal to write a little bit every day.
- I do not write when my anxiety is too high.
- I write later in the day when I'm more relaxed.
- I give myself permission to take an anxiety pill.
- I write only as much as I'm able.
- I don't push myself to do more than I can.
- I don't have any noise on in the house.
- I take a break for petting the cats.
- I drink water while I'm working.
- I pray for God to help me remember stuff.
I'm amazed at how many details I remember. Colors, textures, things I said, how I was notified, who I told, all the stuff that matters.
I've already had such encouraging and eye opening responses from my friends. They are truly Godly women who empathize with the trauma and disappointments and abuse I've had to get through in this life.
Without God, I never would have made it.
