What a Difference a Year Can Make

This time last year, I was cuddled up in my bed, feeling ashamed, depressed, and sad that my kids were growing up and I wasn’t a part of it. I was held up in my bedroom while my kids were down at a local park for the city Easter egg hunt. I wanted to go so badly but just couldn’t force myself from my bed.

I told myself that I would feel better if I skipped this activity. The crowds of people were sure to throw me into an instant panic attack. However just the opposite happened, being alone with my thoughts, I continually attacked myself for being weak and for letting life pass me by.

Today I was excited to get up and go. There was no way I was going to miss the Easter egg hunt this year. There were a few moments of “what if” thinking as we approached the park but today I felt different, I felt like I could do anything. I stood calmly and watched as my kids hunted for eggs with smiles on their faces. This is life, this is what I have been missing.