This morning I at last feel better. The combination of the difficult tooth extraction and my brother's surgery really got to me and I've been a silly mess. Today marks a change and am I ever so grateful. There's still some tenderness ftom the "untooth" but less and what matters most is I'm not stuck in Fear City.
I'm putting this in my journal so I have a material reminder. When I feel myself slipping I can read that on Monday I started marching toward physical and emotional recovery and I'm not turning back.