I can blame my slip up on the white wine that brought down my inhibitions. But even for someone who’s not technically ‘qualified’ to analyze this, it’s clear that I’ve reached my capacity. Yet I continued to ignore it. I then had my first anxiety/panic experience.
It was Thursday night. We had just dropped K off at her soccer practice and I was driving home with Liv. I don't remember exactly how we got on the topic but she told me that last year she cried at the Remembrance Day assembly at her school. I asked her, "Were you feeling sad?" [...]