Morning walks is our therapy ✨

Exactly a month ago, as I was washing up the kids after a long day, I experienced my second ever panic attack. The first one was back in June and it scared the hell out of me. It was like nothing I’ve experienced before, the feeling like I’ve lost all control over my body. I couldn’t tell if I was having a minor heart attack, a stroke or just being overly uncontrollably dramatic. My cousin who is a therapist reassured me that I had just experienced a panic attack.

I’ve only started to acknowledge my anxiety because I’ve always been the one people rely on, so I’ve learned for years to put on a mask to get me through the day. Without being able to rely on the usual outlets that used to keep me busy, the anxiety built up over months of ignoring my own mental health spilled over, and boom! my body took over.

My husband read somewhere about a couple who started going on morning walks everyday and how much it helped them, so he suggested we give it a try. These morning walks have really been my saving grace the past month. On most days, it’s just the two of us (and especially grateful those days that we live in a multigenerational household). On the days the kids are up, we all head out for a walk with the girls on their bikes. I know a morning walk isn’t going to be the end-all solution to improving my mental health, but it’s been a step in the right direction.