Today I Am Grateful For ... Part 11
Today I Am Grateful For ... Part 11
Today I am grateful this nasty cold I have is not any worse. And that I have a warm house with a warm shower and a warm husband to share it with. And also grateful for a very wise story I read on here a bit ago. Sometimes a description of something you can't express yourself is very healing. It's a light in the darkness. A kindred spirit in the aloneness. THANKS. THANKS. THANKS
TIAGF
-- coming home this morning exhausted, unreasonably angry from useless petty workplace ppl. Get showered go get in bed- both kids piled up w mommy in the bed. Best edge of the bed I've ever lain upon. Alive and sober.
-- coming home this morning exhausted, unreasonably angry from useless petty workplace ppl. Get showered go get in bed- both kids piled up w mommy in the bed. Best edge of the bed I've ever lain upon. Alive and sober.
TIAGF. -18 F. I've never experienced this before. Something new! The early morning sun makes every thing sparkle. So beautiful. (And I'm grateful the water is still running). Scratch that. The pipe just burst. An adventure! It's all in the attitude.
TIAGF
Grateful for the epiphany, that I've been using my dog to quell anxiety, and, so his "poor adjustment to the move" is really the displacement of MY poor adjustment (and my giving up being leader of the pack).
Grateful yesterday I stopped giving him so much affection and eye contact which made a huge difference. He is obeying, demurring to my lead, and appears greatly relieved to relax and not have to be the head of the house anymore.
Grateful for me to realize that yesterday, my increase in anxiety, my repeated thoughts of my late Mother, and my drinking thoughts are not just holiday related. They are symbols of the anxiety burden I've been placing on my dog.
Grateful to take that off of him. I'm challenged to find strength to carry this anxiety myself now, as I can feel it pretty strongly. But I will have to find a way to do it. And I refuse to cop out with using alcohol, drugs, depression, or using my dog like some stuffed animal I compulsively pet and carry room to room.
Grateful I also refuse to lick my paws off, and break into hives like my poor dog had been doing last month.
Grateful to have this thread to say this even though I'm sure it sounds ridiculous!
Grateful for the epiphany, that I've been using my dog to quell anxiety, and, so his "poor adjustment to the move" is really the displacement of MY poor adjustment (and my giving up being leader of the pack).
Grateful yesterday I stopped giving him so much affection and eye contact which made a huge difference. He is obeying, demurring to my lead, and appears greatly relieved to relax and not have to be the head of the house anymore.
Grateful for me to realize that yesterday, my increase in anxiety, my repeated thoughts of my late Mother, and my drinking thoughts are not just holiday related. They are symbols of the anxiety burden I've been placing on my dog.
Grateful to take that off of him. I'm challenged to find strength to carry this anxiety myself now, as I can feel it pretty strongly. But I will have to find a way to do it. And I refuse to cop out with using alcohol, drugs, depression, or using my dog like some stuffed animal I compulsively pet and carry room to room.
Grateful I also refuse to lick my paws off, and break into hives like my poor dog had been doing last month.
Grateful to have this thread to say this even though I'm sure it sounds ridiculous!
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