Is Tim home? Would talking to him help?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We're here.
Is Tim home? Would talking to him help?
It doesn't fix anything.
I feel like I'm destroying everything I touch. Because I basically am.
Don't listen when your brain tells you this. It's lying to you.
Ativan? Have you eaten? Are you thirsty?
Would some sort of quick fix help (like watching something on the computer instead)? Or distraction? Do you have anything you can take that might help (like meds, or maybe something to eat or drink)?
Take Kato for a walk around the block?
Bath? Listening to silly music?
Your brain's in a lie loop right now. There's been a lot of crap you've had to handle, so of COURSE the little shit is going to be too much, but it's not that you're breaking things: things are breaking, but you're not at fault for everything that breaks.
Teppy, I'm sorry. We're here with whatever you need. Everyone else has had good suggestions.
Check shoes for hidden electromagnets?
But seriously. Personal mini-reset. I've found that cupping my hands over my eyes and taking 5 long deep breaths whole focusing heavily on the exhale is surprisingly helpful.