This morning I woke up with a little more hope. A little less pain. A whole lot of anxiety. But a feeling like I may be able to survive.
This is something I have not had in what feels like a long time.
I HATE that I am an Eeyore. I want to at least be moving toward Rabbit or Piglet. I understand anxiety and fear. But this Eeyore hopelessness is just draining.
I wonder what it would be like to be a natural Tigger? Or just a comfortable Pooh Bear?
Did I work at the Disney Store too many years?