from the "you can't make this stuff up" files

Last night I battled anxiety - and won, thank you very much! But it's the big bad monster just outside my door and I have to work hard to guard my heart and mind against fear - lies that are told to me and about me - frustration - desperation - sadness - anger - I have to battle all these demons and I'll be honest with you, it's exhausting. It's also exhilarating when I have minor victories. Every day is a victory.

This morning while I was straightening up my room I found a xanax on the floor. Don't ask me how it got there. I haven't had xanax in my possession since the night before I left Jacksonville. I gave the whole bottle to my brother with the agreement that if I needed them, I would ask him for it and we would decide together if I needed them. So far I haven't asked for one.

I did take some flexeril for my back last night and it didn't help at all, which tells me that this is not a muscle pull. I'm heading out the door for the doctor now.

It's Friday! In approximately ten hours I'll be heading back home to start my weekend!