It sounds daft but I struggle with this because I have had to reduce my expectations about what is and isn’t achievable and the victories seem too small to celebrate, but I was very proud of myself for my short train journey on Sunday. It may only have been two stops but 1. I was on my own, 2. It was a route I wasn’t familiar with, 3. I didn’t know the layout of the station at the other end, 4. I was meeting someone I didn’t know and never seen before.
My anxiety was through the roof and it would’ve been easy to turn around and go home but I didn’t so something to be proud of even if it seems like a small thing to most people.
