Not At My Best
I had a panic attack on Saturday- a tiny one. We were driving over to Dot's to help her change her curtains and I was thinking, " I can't do this, let me out of the car, I need to go home." I didn't voice any of this, but hitched up my belt and took a deep breath and did what was needed. We were at a family party yesterday; I had more tiny attacks.
I've been bottling things up. It's been a rough year. I don't want to be old and tamed.
I've been bottling things up. It's been a rough year. I don't want to be old and tamed.
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And I've sort of taken your advice. I went to sleep last night chanting "Isis, Astarte, Diana..." to myself.
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I hope you find some way of releasing that energy and anxiety. Amritarosa's suggestion sounds great!
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When I was a kid I asked to have a mirror in my room. What I didn't tell my parents was that I wanted it so I could check I wasn't showing any signs that I'd been weeping.
Writing helps, I think. It's always been my way of letting off steam.
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My God, that is so sad. With all the blather about feminism we never think about how we damage our men. Beautiful, though.
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Trouble is they tend to occur in situations where soothing music isn't really an option....
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I agree with Jung. I turned to painting in the late 80s- when I was in a really bad place and it did me a power of good.
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