Thanks for the Ride Home

Have you ever taken one small issue and gone on anxiety fueled worry journey? Traveling down the Crazystate Highway a hundred miles an hour. And then about 1,500 miles down that road, when the adrenaline wears off, and you’re broken down on the side of the road…tired and feeling kind of awkward…

Well, you either know or you don’t. But those friends you can call to come “pick you up”, who won’t ask “what exactly were you thinking?” Or comment on your sanity. Gosh those are good friends. Thanks for the ride home!