I guess I'm no longer typing for an audience, I'm typing this because I need to. Since my last entry, so much has changed in my life. On March 12, my dad passed away. It felt very sudden and shocking and it made me stop trusting life. I believe in God and that had not wavered, but I have faced so much panic in the days since then, it's hard to describe. I don't want to think about this stuff night and day. I have well controlled asthma but the fear of it getting out of control has irrationally haunted me. The thought things can turn on a dime, or appear to, is consuming.
My friend suggested that I write a journal and this is my attempt. I cry for the days before because I miss writing, crafts, painting, all the stuff I used to do.
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