Reposting From Buried Thoughts: The pit I fell into, and have since escaped from

I feel like this so much of the time. I don’t go anywhere. I sometimes wish I would take a drive. I use to take long drives , especially at night when I am restless.
Here in Florida, With Danny, I never do. When I was by myself and had no one to worry it was easy. Even when Bobby was home, I would simply say, I am going for a drive. A long one. A note also did the trick.
It relaxed me,
Now I would worry about breaking down. I worry about everything.

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