What he said.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Seriously.
What Typo Boy Typed.
Dude. ita. You made a low-glycemic pie on a weeknight. You are amazing!
One of the reasons I have so much trouble talking about my childhood in therapy is that I start asking myself, "If it really was that bad, then how did I actually get through it all?"
Well, two things. People get through all kinds of shit. (As we see just on this board!) And it's because they are strong people and figured out how to get through it, with whatever coping mechanisms were necessary.
Timelies all!
House is cleaned for my parents' visit. We're pretty lazy about stuff like vacuuming, only doing it when we are going to have house guests.
Meanwhile, it's still raining, and probably will do so all weekend. Great.
Sometimes I think the only control we have over our lives is what stories we tell ourselves to make sense of what we do and what happens to us, but we don't exactly have perfect control even over that.
I would pay folding money for someone to come clean this pit for me. I'm a slovenly housekeeper at the best of times, but after two weeks of being sick, my house is a sty. I have enough energy to be bothered by it, but not enough to fix it.
Sometimes I think the only control we have over our lives is what stories we tell ourselves
I've thought that too.
One thing about dealing with my anxiety with drugs and therapy has taught me: I'm actually very brave, to deal as well as I have with the underlying panic and be a fairly successful adult.
(If I could have stood the taste of alcohol, I could SO have ended up an alcoholic, as self-medication might have led me to be.)