Everyday I worry.

My worry started small like anybody else.

I worried about my health after a lump in my breast was found.

I had surgery, and it was taken out.

But the worry was still there.

I worried about my health constantly.

Then, I worried about what others thought of me.

Then, I worried about my body image.

The worry grew like a snowball down a hill, and I thought I couldn’t stop it.

It was as if I was at the bottom of the hill, and was facing away from the growing ball.

And everyday I was hit by it, and every morning another one started back up again.

I lived in constant fear of it, it was always on my mind.

Everyday it seemed to grow, the more and more as I fed it with my thoughts.

One cold morning, it started back up again, on top of the hill..

But, I was able to turn around and see it.

I was able to jump out the way.

The snowball still began at the beginning of the day, but it wasn’t hitting me.

Soon, the snowball became a distant memory after hoping out of its way.

I stopped thinking about that snowball that used to knock me to the ground.

It didn’t knock the breath away from me and I am able to continue living.