Funny thing I notice about Fear. He’s big and bad and burly while he’s at home lurking in my what-ifs and what-mights. He pokes at my stomach until I’m nauseous. He pounds on my chest until I can’t breathe. He shakes me and rattles me until I’m dizzy. He yells at me until I’ve relived … Continue reading Fear is a Coward
While I've been seeking out all manner of information about blogging since creating Proof of My Existence, I came across an article discussing whether or not a blogger needs a niche, which I do not have and I doubt I'll ever have. The author said, "You definitely need a niche. And remember, nobody wants to … Continue reading Are Personal Bloggers “Whining”?
In my posts Uh Oh, Fear and My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being, I briefly mentioned a program called Attacking Anxiety and Depression. When I wrote those posts, my assumption was that this program no longer exists, considering I used it 20-or-so years ago. Along with a workbook, it came with cassettes and … Continue reading Review: “Attacking Anxiety and Depression”
I feel it settling into my stomach. It's a very familiar churning. I've not had breakfast yet, so it could be that. But I also feel the little beginning of a pounding in my chest - the beginning of what might be a panic attack, if I still had those (I don't, thanks to an … Continue reading Uh Oh, Fear
My family hates me. And by family, I mean my cousins. That's really all that's left, my cousins - my mother's brothers' children. (I have no siblings except for: 1, the one I was hidden from; 2, the half-sister from another mother and her now-deceased brother. This is a really long story I'm not … Continue reading They Hate Me … Because They Love Me