As you can see from my last post, I had a bit of a stressful weekend. It was totally worth it, but now I have to deal with the fall out. The physical and emotional symptoms will continue for a few days yet, and having to deal with them is a challenge. Let’s start with
As many of you know, I went camping this weekend. What many of you won’t have known, is that I RAN the camping event this weekend. It was an SCA event, and I was the event steward. It was a stressful, but rewarding experience. The best part was seeing the people who deserved recognition getting
Random text conversation with Jenny: Me: “We may have to buy a new toilet. I think this one has stopped breathing, and CPR is NOT an option.” Jenny: “Nice visual.” Me: “Ick.” Jenny: “Plungers are good at toilet CPR.” Me: “Hahaha! Mouth to mouth, eh?” Me: “I made myself throw up a little. Let’s stop
Minutes after I wrote my last post, about not dealing well with other people’s emotions, a close acquaintance of mine, and sometime commenter, Also Living With Anxiety (ALWA), contacted me. No biggie, right? But I was very surprised at the contact method. Normally, we just email, or comment back and forth on Facebook. He, his
While filling out the evaluation paperwork last week, Jenny and I had some interesting conclusions. One of the more interesting ones from Jenny was that I am very black and white, and have little room in my life for grey areas. This is kind of a big deal, actually, because it gave me some insight
So I went English Country Dancing with Jenny last night. It was a blast. I really love doing things with her, especially classy things, like dances from Jane Austen Novels. It was a great evening. Until it wasn’t. When we were done dancing, one of the other gentlemen asked me about my scar. Now, as
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter that I’m not manic. I’ve been dealing with it for so long, some of the behaviors are just, well, habits. It really sucks, because there’s nothing my meds can do to fix this stuff. It can only come with therapy, and behavioral awareness. It will take time, but I can do
So, I’ve been tasked, for the third time, with filling out an assessment form. This is the kind of thing where you REALLY need to know where you are on these scales. The assessment has a lot of simple questions that have very complex answers. The questions include things, like : Do you have problems
Don’t flame me, and as always, don’t take what I say here as fact. This is an opinion piece and you are allowed to hate it. I will delete your comment if it’s hateful for the sake of hate. Just a warning. The thing is, my Facebook feed, Twitter, Feedly, you name it, they are
I started actually writing for my book. It sucks. Not the book, but the act of writing it. It hurts to relive so much hate and pain. It hurts to admit the things I’ve done in my life. It hurts to know that I’ve been hurt so much. It hurts to know how much pain
