Since my dad’s recent diagnosis, God had given me, relief from anxiety, increased faith.
I slept well last night.
This is rare, for me.
I woke up feeling, a bit refreshed, different.
And wondered, if, this is how, normal feels.
But now, I’m feeling, a weeks worth of worry.
[kinda, my normal]
While making coffee, I talk with my housemate as usual.
We update each other, on our parents.
I share, about my dad.
She shares, of her uncles dying,
Two years after his diagnosis.
I’m shaken. Not hearing, not caring, what she say’s next.
Is there some negative effect to prolonged optimism?
Thank you, Yvette