When you get a good hard laugh when you least expect it, now there’s some good medicine! When I have a panic attack or just anxiety, I just can’t eat, or think, or function in a pleasant way. I have been actively working on this for quite some time. I have improved and hope to continue improving. Nothing makes it easier though, than a good laugh. A smile I just can’t help, a chuckle that just keeps bubbling up whether I mean to do it or not. It’s all good stuff and the very best medicine I could hope for. Dare I say it may be better than chewing someone’s ear or blogging it out.
I have always been a laugh-a-holic. Even having had so much depression in my life once a good hard laugh starts I just get drunk on the feeling and allow it to consume me. Not much is better than side splitting laughter. Laughing so hard you can’t straighten out your face, or utter actual words. Good old laughter. I believe the almighty God in heaven gave us laughter as a gift to be used as liberally as oxygen.