Every day before breakfast comes I get sad and feel doubtful about my day. But once I have my breakfast I feel able to deal with my day. I pray every morning to God that my day will go well with His help. My meds include an anti-anxiety pill to keep me stable. But they don’t give me my meds until after I have breakfast. But praying helps me. Praying opens up my heart to God so He will grant me a blessing once I plead with Him to help me. My worries are minor compared to my worries when I was living with my Dad and working full time. There shouldn’t be anything to really worry about now. All my concerns are answered by the nursing staff. I’m deeply grateful to God for His Care for me and my Dad all of our lives.