So much good came out of tonight. Not only did I see Brand New play live, but I proved to myself that I don’t need to worry about life. I drove to somewhere that was 2 and a half hours away and back (in the dark) and nothing bad happened. I have come a long way from july, when I became so…
I was bummed to see that Panic recovery was not even a tag! so I’m making it one, because we can recover from Panic Disorder, and we can make progress, it is possible. Don’t give up!
- I’m too far from my house
- I’m outside my house
- I’ve been inside too long
- Something is about to happen
- Something is happening
- Something just happened
- being alone
- being with people
- I’m hungry
- I just ate
- I had too much caffeine
You have this one life. You will never get another chance to do this right. What’s the point in in wasting it with feelings that only ruin things? I know that some of it you can’t control, some of it eats you alive and you think you’re drowning. But take a step back. Breathe for a moment. Watch…
Massacres, natural disasters, and terrorist attacks are an ugly part of the world we live in. The 24/7 coverage of these tragedies can be particularly difficult for people with mental illnesses, particularly if you’re already having a bad day. Or a bad week. Or a bad month. As such, I thought I’d put together a list of healthy ways to cope with a crisis.
The top photo was taken around this time last year and the bottom photo was taken today.
What a difference a year can make.
This time last year I had been single for 5 months after a 3 year relationship. My whole world had shut down. I was lonely, miserable, and my Panic…
…today I drove to the gas station that is about a half-mile away, first time I’ve been that far in over a year. Actually, probably closer to 18 months. Anyway, it’s progress.
Oh, and I went inside and bought a Snickers. Had to wait in line behind some dude buying lottery tickets, while I was trying not to die or spontaneously combust or any number of things that my mind convinces me will happen even though I know they never could or never will.
It was progress.
It is really quite simple.
When you walk out of a door
and into the street
you don’t stop to panic
you don’t become paralysed with fear.
That is the difference between me and you.
That’s why I envy you
and I will envy you until the envy turns into hate
and the days turn to months and into years
and then all that will be left of me
is this scrap of paper
and you will be alive
which is something I have never been.
And by that I mean some nice, fenced in area with trees and benches and a pond to romp in, where people with social anxiety and such could get together and cautiously meet each other without straying too far from their comfort leashes; not a park for people who own dogs and have social anxiety. :P
Maybe add in little dens/igloos or something for those who also have agoraphobia, so if it got to be too much they could have a temporary quiet, safe place to relax.
Felt I’d submit this and see if anyone else feels the same way!