I got through my rough patch. Turns out, all is well with my father…it is not cancer.
My daughter sailed through her surgery.
After facing both of those situations alone, I have emerged on the other side of my anxiety…feeling stronger and more resilient.
Its a similar feeling as pushing through a limit.
I am in good place today, but I had some help getting there.
I need to thank a few friends out there for their support and help through this…
DB thanks for your focus and many thanks for those strong shoulders…
Billy the Kid, thanks for helping me keep my perspective, and making me laugh hysterically about Casio watches and pensive stares.
Henry Hill, thanks for being the voice of brutal honesty in my head, with a gangster spin…blending reality and humor like an orchestra.