Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I dropped my son off at his first day of 7th grade this morning, and came home to a deafening quiet, hauntingly empty house. I know a lot of parents rejoice in sending their kiddos off after a long summer break, but I absolutely dread it. I love having my lil buddy with me.

He’s fun, hilarious, interesting to talk to, intelligent; he’s always offering up tidbits of information about things that I didn’t even know existed. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with him and being in his loving, joyful, energetic, compassionate universe.

So, as it is every year around this time, I’m fighting some gnarly depression and crippling anxiety, and today was tough. I cried. A lot. I tried swallowing my anxiety but I choked on the rising panic anyway. I’m guessing that eventually I’ll get used to spending time alone, without having a knock down, drag out fight with my looming loneliness.

Until then, I’ll do all the breathing exercises, yoga flows, working out, writing, creating, and panic calling of my husband that I can do until I learn to manage it. 💜