Today I went to my Granny's funeral in the Isle of Wight. I am so pleased that I went, because my mental health issues and Aspergers make me very anxious, and I was afraid that the ferry ride would be bumpy. In fact, despite being choppy, it was fairly smooth, and I coped really well, even relaxing enough to walk around the deck of the Fast Cat. Me and unpredictable motion don't mix, but I feel that I am getting better with this: mind over matter!
The bus was quite busy, too, but again, I remained stoical.
At the funeral I read a piece entitled Memories, about visiting my Granny during childhood, and it made people laugh.
I am a lot more confident than I was, thanks to extensive support. But my ability to listen and take things in is still marred by constant anxiety. I am getting better at doing things despite the anxiety, but the anxiety is still there. I wish it would go away..
