Angels visit me nightly. When I wake up there are white feathers all over the floor.
I am having total fear of leaving the house, my safe room with my cute little dog and all my beautiful things, to go do the things I have to do. We have no food and I don't want to go to the store because I'm afraid of people. I hate this. I have an ice-pack on my head, am drinking chamomile tea, called my therapist, made a cognitive counselling appt (with the most stupid receptionist on the face of this earth - I held my temper back as much as I could with her, only saying"no kidding" really loud because she tried to blame her lack of knowlege of her job on me - not my fault! Didn't say any swear words like I wanted to).
Later . . . Okay, I did part of the grocery shopping.
Cloudy's World of Borderline Personality Disorder
- CloudyGirl
- I live in fairly rural Florida with my husband, Mark, and our dog, Roxy. I have an 11-year-old daughter who lives with her Dad in Cleveland. I was born and raised outside Detroit, Michigan and have lived in both Cleveland, Ohio and several parts of Florida over the last 23 years. I have studied music, writing, and the arts.
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