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I was just about to freak out that Shane had just left abruptly, tempting to ruin my sombre Sunday afternoon. I kicked into Wise mind and thought: Seriously, Steph, no feature of the house has changed since he left. No … Continue reading
The sense of guilt is dumb. It does not tell him he’s guilty, he does not feel guilty. He feels ill. – Freud, 1923 I have been taking a close look at guilt lately. Why? ***trigger warning*** I had an … Continue reading
I went roller skating a few Sundays ago. Um… yeah, that’s me clutching for dear life to the skating rink rail. A crowbar could not have pried my fingers from its cold, metallic safety. With the other hand I’m holding … Continue reading
So, I’ve got myself a new hairstyle! The straggly ends of which keep giving me mini pseudo heart attacks. Having an acute Startle reflex/response is an embarrassing and sometimes hilarious aspect of living with Anxiety disorder. I remember as a child, finding … Continue reading