Surviving

I spent the morning at the high school, while Violet took the PSAT. She argued that it's a normal part of teenage life so she lost sleep and had stress and took the meaningless test. I had a fine time. I walked around the park, listening to Sandman, read my book, enjoyed the sunshine and fall weather. It was much better to be there than to be 10-15 minutes away, feeling sick and clutching my phone. Probably crazy, but I think it was a harmless way to deal with my anxiety.

My anxiety. I have called on some help and I will meet with a counselor this week to talk it through.

Honey goes home early tomorrow. We'll see her again at Thanksgiving. Never enough time but not enough space. Always that stress and sadness.

"And surviving is the only glory in war, if you know what I mean."