Sometimes I am a little crazy in my brain, and thankfully John is willing to help me out and calm me down.
Sometimes I worry that all my anxieties and fears are just artifacts of my family’s fears and anxieties, and that I’m just slowly sinking through a sort of emotional quicksand. Talking to my husband helps because he’s usually willing to address my fears as legitimate, and then discuss them as if they really matter. Usually this helps me figure out and explain to my crazy brain that things are actually okay, and that I’m just over reacting.
Just having someone treat you like you’re not crazy really seems to help sometimes.
(this took me four hours to write.)