Me after running 6 miles medicated. Blerg.
Running has taught me so much. It’s been the thing that I can count on that clears my anxiety. Through focusing on my nutrition and fitness, things become pretty simple: I can be a better wife, mom and friend. Done. So that’s why I strive to get in those 30 minutes of “me time” daily. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
But last week I knew it wasn’t enough. Those feelings came back — just like the ones I experienced after having Park — and they scared me. And I’m admitting this, not without fear or concern for judgment. I’m admitting this to let you know that it’s ok to ask for help. Because I really hate that there is a real stigma around that.
There are things that I can control — and things I cannot. So I strive to be a little bit better than the day before. I ask for help. I ask for grace.
And through it all, I continue to chase my happy.