Starting My Day With a Cup of Worry

I start back to work, today.  After a summer of being around and able to monitor (sometimes from a distance, sometimes up close) my daughter, I'm feeling a little anxious.  That nervous stomach feeling, again.  After what happened on Sunday, I have been very hopeful. She has made an appointment for intensive out-patient therapy beginning next week.  She will have classes in the morning, and then Tues.,Wed., and Thursday from 6-9 counseling groups.  She went in on her own, and has even said she wanted to start going to a bible study group Sat. @ 6 p.m. with some other students in her class.  (I have always admired the people who are so committed to God, that no matter what they do, school, work, free-time, they find the time to come together to study the bible).  Anyway, this has all been good.  My brain, however, seems to love slopping around in past memories and miseries.  For three weekends in a row, something negative, and potentially devastating, has happened concerning alcohol.  Was that the grand finale?  Or a speeding up of a crisis to come?  This is how my brain works.  Then, for a split second, it relaxes and tells me to relax.  (Do you know I have gone through red lights because my brain has been so occupied with this type of thinking?  I have made repeated trips up and down stairs, into stores, turning around in various streets because I passed up the one I was meaning to turn onto, because my mind has been so occupied).  Then, I start thinking, "Will these unspoken, worried, negative thoughts somehow seep into her aura, then to her brain, and then to the bottle?  CRAZY thinking! I have found those pockets of peace the last few days.  I think I'm ready to attach them to a vest, now. Wish I was a more accomplished seamstress.