My horse is lame. I know you are all shocked.
I could go on and on about all the details, but I’m not. Our barn quarantine is lifted in a little over a week. When that’s up and we’re free to leave the property, I’ll be arranging to get him to College Station where I’ll get a second opinion from an equine sports medicine vet several of my friends recommend.
Until then, I’m trying to remember that I’m not a special snowflake. Many others have it way worse than me. I have a lot to be thankful for.
I’ve been battling depression and anxiety all summer, and equally as long I’ve been dealing with these issues with Simon. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. It could be way worse, but I miss my hobby and I look forward to the day where I don’t worry about my friend almost non-stop.
On the blogging front, things have been hard. I promised myself I’d keep this blog active through the year so I don’t back out in a dark time on something I used to love. I’m in a glass cage of emotion (Anchorman anyone?), but I’ll keep getting content out for now.
Something more light hearted tomorrow, I promise.