Difficult times, depression... nipping it in the bud.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
When we last heard from our Heroine she was is a dismal place. Living among a angry mob of cats and their hoarders. Even though she has remained in this place, she decided moping about wasn't being proactive and so she thought to herself... "Gee, time to get back on the ball." She pulled out her stability ball, had it pumped up firm but found there was little to no place for her to workout. Feeling defeated again she cried. "Why must life be so hard right now?" So she sat in her room, which was the only place she felt safe, clean... happy and munched of potato chips and homemade fudge. She drempt of her past, how she could once run for miles. How things never really hurt and when they did her recovery time was quick. She began to stretch everyday, 30 squats every other day. Her work seemed to get easier. She began to sleep a little easier with less discomfort. Until one day she decided to actually go our for a walk. She walked, and walked and walked herself 4 miles. Something she thought she could no longer do. Sure her feet hurt, her knees ached and every once in a while she needed to sit but she did it! She left her front porch. Seriously with the anxiety and the pain, depression and the issues in her life she looked beyond that, to what she could do, and she pushed for more, strived to do just a little better each day.