My prayers are only to change me – and my husband, who is heart-deep in confusion and resistance. What if nothing changes for him/her? What if anxiety and depression return (he’s euphoric right now). Then he’s a woman with an anxiety disorder instead of a man with an anxiety disorder. We go to Chicago next weekend for a session with the therapist. We begin with…something.
I resolve to be there for my son despite the Halloween creatures that visit my dreams – nemeses from High School, people I long to impress, who detonate shame and fear, the humiliation of my ego.