okay

I honestly thought things were going to get worse before they got better.
I was wrong.
Sometimes, things do go right. And sometimes it makes all the difference in the world.
Last week I felt the weight of the world on my back and wasn’t sure how I would overcome the obstacles I have had in front of me.
This week?
I have a new outlook. Things are getting better. One by one. My worries are still real, and my anxiety still has a big grasp on my mind, but the fear of losing the first level of Maslow’s hierarchy are no longer on my radar.
I can actually worry more about the higher up needs again. I can be a real person and not a walking mess.
It feels really good and I am now able to take a deep breath and count my blessings.
We will be ok.