In the summer heat, I’m sitting here sipping my iced coffee and try to stop my racing thoughts. This week anxiety crept back in for a visit, and I never know how long it might last. I have been writing to combat it and distract from my intrusive thoughts, though I still have to tackle the larger projects once I’m feeling well prepared to do so. Every day, I’m fighting my best to maintain my strength, however I am also trying to remind myself that having days in which panic attacks may occur or my irrational fears override my trust is more than okay. I will never be a hundred percent better. Life will happen. But I always have the option of getting back up and looking towards those new horizons. Anxiety won’t win out, not when fulfilling my purpose is more important. I know the genuine, thriving, creative soul that is me is still in there somewhere, and I’ll patiently wait for her to remember just how brave she is capable of being.