Lately I've been reflecting on some shit that went down in 2004 or so. At the time, I was part of an online roleplaying group. (Haven't I always?) The group's leader went and founded a second, very similar group, which was trying to co-operatively write a novel (or several) and get it/them published ( Read more... )

Apparently my new default reaction, upon being asked to do something that I want to do, is to burst into tears, repeatedly sob "no I can't do this I'm not good enough" and and flee in the hopes of ceasing hyperventilation sometime this year. That felt just awful. I think it wasn't an actual panic attack, because those usually feel like somebody ( Read more... )

I'm a bit unsteady at the moment, so I'm just going to think into the textbox until I have a journal entry and some slightly calmer nerves ( Read more... )

This isn't going to fun to write, but I aim to do it so I can move on ( Read more... )

After a rough patch earlier in the month, I feel like I'm getting a handle on my moods ( Read more... )

Today I got pretty freaked out. (The planned course of events got all tangled up: one appointment got cancelled and another changed time. The place where I was going to spend the interim period became unavailable partway through. I had no book or video game to distract me from my growing tension. UGH ( Read more... )

I'm going to kill the makers of K-Fee commericals, whoever made that bloody evil maze game, and that goddamn "don't press this" button. I will destroy them all and then -- only then -- will the world be safe for people with anxiety disorders.

I am getting goddamn sick of people pulling this shit. You want to email a buddy a link to a shocker, fine ( Read more... )