Anxiety has been eating me from the inside out today. I am still trying to kick the hate habit, but. . . What's to love about anxiety? To my senses, it feels like trillions of little bugs on stinging rage through my bloodstream. My own theraputed logic is to resist analyzing my anxiety while in the grips of anxiety. My logical processes do not work especially well while I am anxious. I am currently working to *simply* ride out the anxiety with the help of my therapy toolboxes. I'll do my analyzing later, after the anxiety passes. I hope. Works in progress. Anxiety also pushes my worry button. Hard to quiet those rampaging thought loops under the influence of anxiety. . . Zoom zoom. . .

One of the tools in my therapy box is hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. Physical hugs are better, but I am on the road and away from my established support network. I may try to find a local support group for tomorrow. For now. . . Cyber hugs work a close second.

Got hugs?