Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?

'Shells'


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.


Amy - Feb 04, 2014 7:39:58 am PST #8909 of 30002
Because books.

You're not failing, honey, you're trying to get through this.

I think you might do better work if you stop and try to get calm(er) first, but you know you best. Just remember we're all here.


Strix - Feb 04, 2014 7:45:55 am PST #8910 of 30002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Do you have an Ativan or similar? If so, take it.

I know you have a deadline, but can you take 5 minutes to stand somewhere cool/cold, and try to get your breathing under control. "No blood, no fire, no death, I can deal" is a panic attack mantra of mine. I also suggest biting on a lemon or a jalapeno; your mind and body will focus on THAT shock and can sometimes get you out of the fight-or-flight.

Ignore anything that wouldn't work.These are just things that have helped me. Your mind is LYING to you right now, and your body is believing it.

If I was saying these things about myself to you right now, what would you tell me? (And I am 100% a fuck-up, been like that for a year now.)


Steph L. - Feb 04, 2014 9:18:56 am PST #8911 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

It is not supremely comforting to text your husband "I'm having a panic attack and can't stop hyperventilating" and get no response. (That was the second text in an exchange that he responded to, so I know he has his phone and the lack of reply isn't because he just didn't see the text.)

I know that the men in his family are notoriously bad at dealing with emotion. I knew that when I signed up.

So I will take that as confirmation that I need to continue to keep all my bullshit to myself, because the result would be exactly the same even if I *did* unload all my crap on him. Fine. At least this way I don't have to have the humiliating conversation about what a failure I am.


Amy - Feb 04, 2014 9:44:09 am PST #8912 of 30002
Because books.

Steph, unless you're psychic, you can't know what Tim is thinking until you do talk to him, and there are a million reasons he might not have been able to respond to your second text right away.

Can you take an Ativan? Or do some deep breathing? This is going to pass, but in the meantime try to remember what Strix said about your body's response to the lies your brain is telling you.


Steph L. - Feb 04, 2014 9:46:25 am PST #8913 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

there are a million reasons he might not have been able to respond to your second text right away.

It's been over 2 hours. Pretty sure that text is DOA.

Can you take an Ativan?

I did. I am no longer hyperventilating but still crying nonstop, which is hampering my editing a bit.


beth b - Feb 04, 2014 9:58:30 am PST #8914 of 30002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I wish I could do more. and I don't know Tim's work life. But I drop out of touch for half a day at a time.

anyway - more worried about you - but glad you are inching forward


msbelle - Feb 04, 2014 9:59:30 am PST #8915 of 30002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Batman would like to give you a hug, Steph. A stern broody hug.


Steph L. - Feb 04, 2014 10:03:02 am PST #8916 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I cannot post what I wanted to because of the less than symbol GOD DAMN.


beth b - Feb 04, 2014 10:05:10 am PST #8917 of 30002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Steph L. - Feb 04, 2014 10:08:14 am PST #8918 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I know I'm not Tim's responsibility and he is really busy at work, but I'm hurt that he couldn't be bothered to respond to a legit expression of extreme distress, not even with a stupid less than 3. I wasn't bummed that we were out of milk; I was hyperventilating and couldn't stop.

But whatever. At least I know not to bring my crap up with him now. Hey, it spares me the humiliation in front of my husband.