Day 225

Confession: Tonight I did a version of exposure therapy led by someone who means a lot to me.

I’m no stranger to guns but I have serious trauma around them.  I sat outside the gun range hearing some distant shots and could feel the panic bubbling.

But the moment I stepped inside everyone was so welcoming and kind. My hands kept sweating and shaking, glasses fogging up, forehead hot, but I didn’t want to stop prematurely.

I took a lot out on the targets. I’m excited to go back and thankful for the opportunity.

Sound of the day: taking some power back 🤏