Oh Goly, gee damn.
Just when I was feeling better, feeling all Buddhist and like I was grasping some sort of control on my personality disorder, I start to feel the inevitable doom again. But then, I stopped it. I did it. It's working. My self-therapy is working. Kind of. That hopelessness is still deep down in the pit of my stomach, but at least now I'm feeling okay. I'm not focusing on the negative. It comes and goes. I feel a little rush of worry, anxiety, panic...and then it goes.
I have to be up in just over five hours. So I'm going to sip my chamomile tea, take my herbs, read a positive book about changing your mind, and I'm going to go to sleep. I'm going to overcome this. I want to write more about what went on tonight, but I'll do that tomorrow.
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI've read a few of your blog entries, and you sound a lot like me. I bet if we knew each other in real life, we would be good friends.