Stepping out in the radiant South Dakota sun, the shower I took seemed futile as moisture immediately formed on my brow. The temperature was a raging 80 degrees plus and the humidity was palpable. But even heavier than the air was my heart hammering as if in attempt to thrust itself through the walls of my chest.
My struggle with anxiety presents itself in two different manners. Mental, an inability to control the worries, fears and lies that engulf my mind; or physical, an unexplainable physical response that often consists of a tight chest, heavy heartbeat, and shortness of breath. Some days it’s one or the other, other days it’s both. But on this beautiful summer day of sightseeing as my husband and I traveled our way across the Mount Rushmore state, the physical presence of anxiety was crushing.
Standing at the foot of the Sioux Falls, where an average of 7,400 gallons of water drop each second, I envisioned myself standing beneath the cascade. I could almost feel the mighty stream barreling onto my back and gushing vigorously over my body like a waterpark mushroom fountain on steroids. Toes gripping the ground and arms crossed in front of my chest, I imagined holding my breath and leaning into the rush; fully and completely immersed.
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