Once upon a time, I was pathologically afraid of spiders. When I was a child, I screamed for my father, paralyzed, whenever I encountered one. Size was irrelevant. Interestingly, I wasn’t paralyzed if he wasn’t home, nor did I call for my mother – she was terrified too. On those occasions, I fled. My father picks spiders up with his bare hands. He’d laugh at … Continue reading Spiders and me.
I quit smoking two years ago yesterday. It seems both longer and like no time at all. I’m not an ex-smoker who misses it. Though I’d tried before August 2020 to quit and had been unsuccessful, this time it took. I quit and didn’t look back. I wore the patch for a few days, had a few low-level cravings, and that was it. I worried … Continue reading Quit smoking or don’t, time marches on.
“What’s something you wish you knew how to do?” I wish I knew how to answer questions like that for a start. I never know what information they’re trying to solicit, and I don’t like to be wrong. Are they asking for lighthearted thoughts, or is this a “probe the depths of your soul” kind of query? Anxiety prefers concrete direction. One thought sprung instantly … Continue reading Flying: something I wish I knew how to do.
In my head, I leave my comfort zone all the time. I wonder if this is true for everyone? I’m firmly in my comfort zone these days. My mental illnesses don’t like me to stray when they’re acting up, and my depression is currently pushing my head towards a dark and place. Doing anything that isn’t destructive would be moving out of depression’s comfort zone. … Continue reading Leaving the comfort zone.
From Famine to Feast. 