I spent an evening with a couple of girlies and we each talked about our triumphs and tribulations together.
When I talk about my high anxiety, I start crying. I don't think my meds are working well, and I'm not doing enough for myself to calm down.
One of the girls said, "But this isn't you, Laura. It's so not you."
I thought about how I've changed over the past year or so. We all change, but I feel like she was right. This isn't me, and I'm not sure what is right now.