Fiction Story Excerpt Blessed be those who battle daily a mind that knows no peace. m.a.young As night falls draping its solemn darkness upon the earth like a heavy winter blanket, she curls into a tiny ball in the corner of her bed expecting their arrival. Hands locked tightly around her knees, holding them close to her chest. Eyes open wide, fighting the need for sleep they will never receive.
I should be working right now. Money is, afterall, the only thing it seems one needs to get by in this world. But I’m distracted and have a million and one things battling inside my head. So much that I want to say and do. Yet I sit here, fingers poised over the keyboard, unable to find the words or put them together in a way that makes sense. Another
“It’s been a long, long road this way But I’m still standing today, And I don’t care what anybody say, ‘Cause I’m still standing, I’m still standing today.” — Michael Franti & Spearhead – again. The past week or so I’ve probably played this song about 100 times or more. It’s uplifting. It’s motivating. It’s somehow comforting. I’m coming out of a fog that essentially smothered my entire life. The
I’ve medicated in the past. Celexa, Lexapro, Wellbutrin, and Zoloft, as I recall. But not… Paxil (Paroxetine). I don’t really know how I feel about it. Yesterday was another follow-up with my new-this-year family doctor. Aside from confirming the addition of hypothyroid to my list of diagnoses she asked whether I would willingly try Paxil. This was after a torturously long, thoughtful pause (we’re talking a whole five minutes here!)
It might seem like it’s easier to interact with others online, but social media can provide new stressors and a deeper sense of isolation. Source: For People With Social Anxiety, The Internet Is A Blessing And A Curse | HuffPost I’ve mentioned before that I read articles for a living. It’s not the best living, but it jives fairly well with my social anxiety, generalized anxiety, depression and other diagnoses