I've found the best way to take away the problems of the world is to walk and talk them out.
Sometimes when I get to the extremes that's what I do. Sadly I have to admit, I suffer from panic attacks, and when they come I pace like crazy, I start incoherently babbling about things which leads to a stutter, to breathing issues, to panic and so on. Even when I start to stress I walk around.
Last week it was strong with this, it seemed everything that could go wrong did. Friday was when it boiled over, it took me about an hour to get back to the norm.
One thing I have learned is to place verbal words to bring me down out of it. I also need to prevent them from happening by not worrying about every little thing as if it could be the last thing I do, something which I do way too much.
I have also found talking about it before and after it happens lowers it down as well. I am very thankful for a large group of friends and compadres who help with this when I need it most. Even though I sometimes feel that I dump too much on them and then it's not really returned to me.
Working on getting somethings prepped for summer, I have one more interview in the works and I'm currently doing some more feeling on other areas. One spot I'm in waiting to hear back from.
I also found out last week a relationship will not be started, it really hurt as it was something I had been fighting to do for a long time, it just wasn't meant to be I guess.
Memories for Bent River not happening but happening in a sense, the games of Go, a walk to a snowy beach, more cigars up top, Wayne, good times in the cabin, JR and his love/hate relationship with wireless, my new MacBook Pro and the excitement it caused in the office, "I love the rainy nights...", the Prez of MW telling me I'm not listening to God if I don't work here this summer and the afternoon adventure with Mocha.
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