Today will be another watermark day in my recovery. Mom wants to go to the bookstore down in Auburn, Alabama. It is about a 30 minute trip. I offered to drive.
"You sure you will be okay?" mom asked.
"I am kind of excited about it in a way," I told her.
It will be the farthest I have driven since these anxiety attacks began a few years ago. Normally, I would be mortally afraid. But I am feeling this keen feeling of confidence that I can do this.
I kind of have ulterior motives as well. I am looking forward to a slaw dawg down at the Dairy Dee. A chocolate shake will be the cherry on top.