Hail Mary
Life doesn’t stop between posts, it just…degrades.
I am out of options, hitting for the fences now.
I really, really hate mental illness.
Let’s Make This Official: I HATE Agoraphobia!
Let’s Make This Official: I HATE Agoraphobia!
It’s almost debilitating…the anxiety and panic, claustrophobic, tunnel-vision shut down that I have to fight every time I think of going outside, or to the store, or anywhere!…
Isolation
White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.
Fall Inventory 2016
Fall Inventory 2016
The light changes in September, takes on an edge and a hue that sets my nerves on fire; it’s always the beginning of darkness, reflection, and a certain amount of struggle. This year it’s a little different…life’s a little different because I’ve stopped fighting as much.
Let me assure my few readers that I am OK. This is a process
Locked, bound, and not breathing…
locked, bound, and not breathing…
Being Bipolar, depressed, having anxiety, agoraphobia, etc…it’s being shut in. It’s being bound up and blinded. It’s panic and terror. It’s wanting to die, quickly (or slowly). It’s craving pain, because that’s an outlet and something to take your mind away from what you’re feeling at the time.