Anxiety, Worry, and Fear.

My thoughts get the best of me when one of my children are not well. I actually start to panic inside and I dread these moments. A cold will hit our house and I lay awake in our bed and try to listen to the sounds of their breaths, my stomach stays in knots and I worry about them. I suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to get up out of bed and walk the hallway so I can stand at their doorways and listen to the in and outs of their breaths, when I am able to hear them it comforts me.

When Gage almost lost his life in the hospital my panic and fears got worse, I know now how fast everything you live for can be taken away. I saw it happen right before my very own eyes. My hands and my body shook and I knew then what it would feel like, and I didn't like it.

I sometimes think how I feel isn't healthy, I worry about things out of my control, I worry about strangers trying to snatch my life away and I hang on to their little hands even tighter, I won't let Sloan ride the bus because their aren't seat belts and what if it crashes?, I worry, and worry and worry.

Bubbles are to be blown and are to be watched as they float into the sky they aren't supposed to be lived in.