Last night, Jenny and I went to see a musical. It was wonderful, dramatic, tear-inducing, and all-around fabulous. But I had a single, powerful, and vivid takeaway. When we were being seated, a wonderfully dressed lady came up the stairs to our row, and something was not-quite-normal. She said, “I can’t turn around,” and,
Seven years ago, I was wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt. It was robin’s egg blue, my favorite shade of blue for when I’m tan. A friend came up to me and complimented it. She said it made my eyes look nice. Instead of saying “Thank you so much!” or something else similarly appropriate, I said
Jenny and I had dinner with some friend-type people we don’t know very well last night, and it was great. However, we found ourselves in that awkward why-doesn’t-someone-say-something-here stage several times. So, I did what I always do: I talked. No, I talked. You might have noticed (by reading all this stuff) that I always have
I’m taking a few days off from, well, everything. I totally look like a chipmunk, I’m seeing spots, and I’m nauseated. Also, sadly, I can’t drink fizzy things, or use a straw at all, which makes drinking a bitch. In the end, the dentist removed two of the teeth like they were held in by
I have a toothache, and I’ve still been chewing my tongue in my sleep, so I sound like a little kid. I’m slurring my words, and my tongue keeps getting stuck on my teeth. The insides of my cheeks have been bleeding off and on, but chewing gum has helped a lot. Also, I had
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
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
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
I got an email today, and I’ve received permission to share it with you all. Here it is: “Hey, I wanted to share this with you, because I really think your blog helps people… including me. I had a really bad panic attack Saturday night. I was sore for the next couple of days. It’s
To whom it may concern: You may be used to some “publications” occasionally being graced with letters from the “Editor.” This will not be so polite. I am the Jailor. I am the voice in Rory’s head that keeps him up at night, and the only reason he can sleep. I am the obsession, he
