Breathing....

I am taking the advice of many of you who commented.
I am just breathing.
After a major panic attack and Klonopin and a glass of wine (I know, don't lecture, I wasnt thinking clearly), I was knocked out.



My husband was such a sweetheart while I was trying to breathe in between sobs.
He just stroked my hair and kept saying, "It's okay, just breathe" and I think the most thoughtful thing he has ever said to me came out of his lips last night. He told me that he would help me type all my papers (even though he cannot type and chicken pecks) and told me he would even do my homework for me and if he didn't know how, he would learn how to write papers in APA form.

Not that I would EVER expect him or ask him to do this for me, but it meant the WORLD to me that he would even offer. Sometimes I just don't know what a jewel I have until he does something to remind me.

One day at a time.
I'm just taking one small day at a time.
I can do this.
I can, I can!
We can, we can!