My battles with the bus.
Last week I decided that I'd go on a two hour bus ride today to my boyfriends house.
I didn't think I'd manage it alone so I asked him to meet me halfway. So I did the first hour alone and the second with my boyfriend.
Before I left the house I felt like hell had packed up and moved into my stomach. I was getting myself into such a state over it that I nearly called it off.
But I got my lift into town as planned. Went and got some magazines to keep me distracted on the bus.
AND I did it. I didn't have a panic attack on the bus, and even took off my travel sickness wristbands.
I also finally took the plunge today and met his parents, after almost 5 months of putting it off.
Today was an achievement to say the least
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Today wasn't all about anxiety.