The last post I made was quite a long time ago and focused on Covid. I did not know then what a huge impact Covid would have on my life. It’s had a huge impact on a lot of people over the last two years, but I underestimated how much it would affect my life, and my family’s lives, in particular. 

My husband is a long hauler and is dealing with some life threatening issues. He’s basically been told getting sick might kill him. I work for a school where parents and staff are anti-vaccine and anti-masking. My husband has to travel occasionally to keep his business alive. I’ve found myself crying every day, stressing over the possibility I will bring something home. I am a tightly wound, very large ball of stress.

On top of everything else, we have been surrounded by wildfires for several months and the air quality was hazardous most of the summer, exacerbating health issues. UGH!

I am sitting here next to my girl who is home with a sore throat. Luckily (?!) the big man is out of town for the first time in several months. Tears are leaking from my eyes and I am thinking I have got to do something about this and stop living in fear and stress. 

So what can I do? My blog is titled Harriet the Brave for goodness sake! 

I reached out to a therapist. I am a very big proponent of talking through things with someone who is impartial. 

I am also looking into career options if I need to leave teaching.

I’m going to suck at this blog thing for a while. But everything is a learning cure. Right? I think it’s important for those of us who struggle with anxiety to share our journeys and support each other with encouragement. 

For those of you struggling right now. I hear you. I am you. Hang in there.