My anxiety has been getting the best of me lately, but it’s improving. The other day, my grandfather and I spent a quiet hour at a little creek and wooded area in our neighborhood just to get out of the house. It helped.
On Sunday, I went for a 3.5-mile hike with a recovery friend, too. It was great to see her in person and equally awesome to be in the woods.
My grandfather suggested going to the creek on Tuesday during a break from his work. I’m glad I did. He was in a grumpy mood, which triggered me to get in a grumpy mood. I used some DBT skills and went for a walk around the block while listening to music. It calmed me down big time.
By the time I got back to the house, my Pops was calmer and ready to go. I’d also chilled out and was less irritable. By the time we got to the creek, I was feeling good. Pops wanted to fish for a bit, see if he get the trout to nibble.
I took a lot of pictures and just basked in the greenery. The sound of the birds and running water was soothing. Of course, later that day, I had some more moments of anxiety, but that’s okay. For that one hour at the creek, we were peaceful, safe, and feeling good. I’ll count it as a small victory.
Here are some pictures I took while there: