Among the Autumn Leaves

Waking up was a difficult task. Facing the harsh sunlight that drifted in through the window… the young filly always hoped for a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms soothed her, somehow.

She rolled out of bed. Brushed her hair like her mommy taught her. Did the breathing exercises her Daddy had shown her, the calming motions to keep the anxiety away. Then, she went through her mental checklist.

Be sure of myself.

Do my best.

The depression and anxiety are not my fault.

I can beat them.

I can reach my goals if I stay positive.

Smiling, Lightning Dust pushed her worries away.