That’s right. I found a dead Robin in our basement on the laundry room table and had a panic attack. I don’t really know why. Still trying to figure it out. I couldn’t even get rid of it myself. Anthony was traveling for work. My dad was in the middle of a cake delivery. It was just me and a dead bird. I called Anthony’s mom. She calmed me down and came over, she was already in the city and took care of the bird. I was taken down by a dead bird. I sat outside waiting for her. I couldn’t stay in the house. All I kept thinking was “why did he have to come into our house to die?”. It freaked me out. I couldn’t handle it. I’ve had panic attacks before but not over something like this. It was weird for me. Thank goodness for Mama Sue. Without her I don’t think I would have been able to handle myself.
I was fine all week with no anxiety then a dumb dead Robin took me down. This is will be a very interesting upcoming therapy session. haha. At least now looking back I can laugh a little about it.
I totally get it, that would cause a tidal wave of emotions!! You’re sad for the little thing, and also scared because, like you said, why did it die in your house? Plus, it probably brought up a bunch of your own feelings of mortality, which, again, totally makes sense. So I say it’s totally and completely normal that you would have freaked out. And yes, thank goodness for Mama Sue!! (Mother in laws in general are just naturally amazing and gifts from God, or at least ours are, thank goodness). And you know I would have freaked out if I saw a dead robin in our house or even in our yard, since that’s me! 😉
Hope the rest of the week goes better, I keep praying for you that you’re getting stronger and stronger!! Go Casey Go, lots of love from me and little Albert!! 😀