My last post ended with panic ensuing, but I moved to the sidelines of the action and was able to stay through the anxiety, thus completing therapy for the day. Exposure therapy, at least. I went for a bite to eat, then came back before the kids were gone. They were getting ready to leave, and I waited until they were gone to climb. The climbing gym was so peaceful after they left! I taped my left wrist and thumb up, walked upstairs to the bouldering wall, got my Katanas on, chalked up, and commenced climbing. It felt fantastic to be on the wall. I did as my doctor ordered this morning and climbed. I had a terrific time doing it, too. I have to get back to climbing daily. Must! It’s great therapy for my PTSD and my anxiety and my depression — all three. It’s going to be good for weight loss, too. Climbing is in my blood. Truly. I still can’t believe I’ve only been climbing for three and a half years. How did I survive without climbing? Not well, I can tell you. This last year has been tough with the wrist fracture and all that from the car accident, but I can still send V3+ outdoors and made a bid for a V5 outdoors, so God is good and He answers prayers and He performs miracles. Yes, today, in this day and age. I can’t be convinced otherwise because without all of that, I wouldn’t be able to climb. I would’ve lost everything and had no reason to soldier on. God is real. Climb on!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.