Two weeks on Lexapro tomorrow.
I am happy. Calm. Even. No major moodswings, no overreacting to small things. No freaking out when people come to the door or freezing in crowds.
I went to Barker Days over the weekend, and there were people and dogs everywhere. Chaos. And I was laughing, having fun, and chatting it up. Not anxious or nervous at all. It never even crossed my mind.
Quinn's nosework class? A breeze.
I never really realized how limiting anxiety can be. I just dealt with it. That was my normal. But if this is what being "normal" is actually like, I am perfectly okay with this.