Today was not a good day for me. My emotions were running away from me (no, I'm not pregnant) and there was no way to drag them back into submission. I wanted to yell and scream at everyone and everything in my sight. This is hard because I was at church. (not the easiest place to let it out, ya know?)
It's been a long time since I felt so claustrophobic. I couldn't breathe, sing, listen, focus, or yell and scream the way I wanted to. So, immediately after the Sacrament I darted out of there. (understanding husband knew I needed space) I went out the wrong door, walked all the way around the building to my car and drove right home.
At home, I ran inside for a bathroom break, to pack my hiking bag, change, and ran right back out the door. I drove up the canyon to clear my head. The outdoors always seems to lighten my load. I parked in an area that I was not too familiar with and then started hiking up the trail.
I walked, listened, enjoyed the scenery, and took pictures.
I wasn't there for very long because I didn't want my hubby to worry or spend the rest of the day alone (no one likes a Sunday afternoon by themself). So, I came home.
I don't really feel much better, but I do feel less strained.