I am not a patient person.

Why is it that you can break apart in a matter of moments but the healing and putting yourself back together takes days/weeks/months? Of course if I am honest with myself I didnt break apart in moments, it was a slow fall, but I dont feel like being honest with myself at this time. If I do that I might actually realize just how...broken I really am and I would like to think I am getting better.

Really I am getting better. The physical anxiety issues have lessened a considerable amount. Now its just getting my brain back on track. Or at least on a different track than the one its on now.

In happier news, we are now puppy parents! We picked up the cutest puppy last Wednesday and have been adjusting since, lol. Bear (H wants the name to be Bare ::eyeroll::) is a roadside drop that my sis rescued. We arent quite sure what breed he is, the guesses right now are Lab & Pit. Either way he is smart, sweet, and very much a puppy, lol. Pics when I have some.