This morning I felt completely defeated. This evening I drove alone for the first time in over 6 months.
Nice little juxtaposition to wrap up the day.
The intention to drive was there pre-trigger. After all, the faceless passenger had just been created. And, notably, this morning's trigger had nothing to do with driving.
I used the morning's heartache to ensure I committed to getting behind that wheel.
If I was going to be sobbing and checking and hiding and ruminating, I would get behind that wheel.
I'm reminded that driving is not the enemy. OCD is the enemy.
And while I've learned the content of obsessions doesn't matter, right now, I need to externalize the subtypes I experience. With monsters.
|I snapped this photo of my homemade monster after arriving at my destination. Then I upped her evil factor.|
Shoutout to Catherine. Meeting Olivia has been helpful.