Good days need to be acknowledged, appreciated, and they matter. They really matter.
I went out…..and any day where I get out of the house willingly, without too much anxiety and with a desire to do something good….is a pretty good day.
I bought myself a latte and a magazine and chilled in a fairly quiet coffee shop. Then bought some crafty stuff and inner child stuff. Anxiety wasn’t too bad in the shopping centre and my hives made no appearance, so that was nice.
Had fun with my son, making puppets, chatting and doing what he loves, while taking care of my inner child needs too.
And my mood has remained fairly level, not turning into a ‘high’, or descending into depression…
So, based upon how I feel most of the time……this is a really good day! Even my husband commented that I seemed in a better state of mind.
I haven’t felt emotional, or upset, or thought much about trauma stuff. My mother came into my head today a few times, and I just decided I was not giving that/her headspace today. I guess mindfulness capacity kicked in today, which is also very hard for me. But when I can do it, I do it.
So, I am aware not to assume this means it will remain this way, or try to focus too much on why today has been good, or build this up into anything that may quickly disappear, but I will hold onto this until I go to bed and see what tomorrow brings.
Just let a good day, be what it is, a good day……..without over thinking, over-analysing and coming to any conclusions that may become negative.
A good day.
And I am quietly, peacefully, thankful.