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Knock, Knock

Football has started. I had a whole post written up about pre-season thoughts and feelings, and here we are in it. Oh well.

I *always* struggle with this time of year. I get used to having Coach home, having dinner together every day, leaning on him to help with A. Then that all comes to a screeching halt. That may be a tiny bit dramatic, considering we know what happens every year as August rolls around, but you know what I'm saying.

I tend to find myself in a funk the first month or so. Getting re-accustomed to the season, it takes me bit. Coach knows it too, we talk about it as July starts creeping in and we know what's about to happen. Coach also does a really great job of making sure he tells me I'm appreciated, he will stop for a Topo Chico or a bottle of wine on his way home. He really just gets me. And this is also the time, that I don't see his kindness because I can get too stuck in my head.

This is me basically sugarcoating that I usually turn into a total nightmare. And my husband is a saint.

In recent years, my anxiety symptoms look whole lot like depression. And BY THE GRACE OF GOD, my husband is my biggest champion when it comes to supporting my whole-being health. He's the first one clapping during my fitness journey and my mental health victories (e.g. having an honest conversation with my doc and getting my meds right).

Someone recently asked me why I talk about my anxiety so much. The simple fact is that it's one of the biggest pieces of my life. I am forced to face it daily. Most days, I beat it without batting an eyelash (again, thanks meds). Some days, and those are getting fewer and farther between thank God, I'm not as successful. But that's life.

So here comes football season a-knocking. I'm ready - or at least I think I am. Tonight, I'm saying a prayer for all of you coaching families - the moms at home trying to wrangle kids, the dads working and missing their families, the kiddos that don't understand why daddy isn't home.

And I'll say an extra little prayer for the coach's wives like me, who could use a little extra encouragement, kindness and love. We got this.


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