It's okay. I'm fine. I'm doing stuff. It's okay.
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.
Sorry. It's okay. It'll be fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for losing my shit. It's okay.
Where else, Steph? If I lived near you I'd wash your dishes and take Kato for a walk . I won't edit for you - because we all know that would be scary.
I'm getting off line , but I'l check in later
Steph, as far as we're concerned, you're quite welcome to lose your shit whenever you want.
It's fine. I'm sorry.
Do not be sorry. The first rule of Bitches is that venting about anything at any time is not an imposition on anyone.
It's fine. I'm sorry. It's all fine. It's okay.
Steph, you don't have to apologize. I know those moments when it's all pressing in and it feels insurmountable are really scary, too. Don't worry about us -- be sure you're okay and calm(ish) now. If not, call one of us, okay?
Steph, please please freak out all you want. Or need.
You're not fine. But that's okay. It is okay to be not fine.
Steph, I hope you are saying that over and over as a mantra. When I'm trying to keep it together and not sure if I can, I tend to go with "I feel good, I feel fine, I feel wonderful" while conjuring up as much of "What About Bob?" as I can to work the incompatible emotions angle.