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Soooo Bizarre!

It just occurred to me that I haven’t panicked about the house. I won’t go back and look for how long, but here I am, whaling away at the painting, thinking about culling, nearly every.single. day. And no panic?

NO PANIC????

Not that I want to panic mind you, but it’s just really, really weird if you’re me.

Part of this is that I’ve tied it to the living room painting project I think. But part of it seems to be that I may have healed enough?

panic

And of course, the “gotcha” with my PTSD is that having noticed this, and having had the audacity to say it OUT LOUD?

Now I’ll panic!

 

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