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I made it out of the house, that was my goal for today. Didn't go far and I came back with some junkfood. I'm confused why it mattered. Is there some quota of how many times I have to go out to end these conversations about how it'd be good for me to go somewhere?

:hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug::hug: doesn't seem like enough, so:hug: I'm, well, I'm still thinking too much, but I'm pretty sure it's just because I've never really felt this okay before. It confuses me, I need a little...

I'm a bit more skittish and tense than usual, not sure why.

I'm just going through the motions today, not sure where I left my head.

I'm excited. In a little bit I'll get to tell my p-doc that I'm on the right meds and at the right doses. I'm not sure this has ever happened before.

I'm pretty okay and it's still a strange new thing. Do I get to keep this, like at least part of the time?

I'm done trying for today- I managed to get lost on route to my friend's place, had a bit of an anxiety incident but she could drive my car to the food pantry. We both needed some time to vent afterwards, so it was good. I get back in my car and make it to the expressway before 'BRAKES' lights...

I'm fighting really hard to get the panicky stuff out of my way. A friend needs my help today during a small window of time, I have to drive and she's not answering the phone. That's not helping my head to ease up and stay in the present reality.

I'm confusing myself, can't tell if I'm smiling or smirking but I like whatever is going on.

Binge-thinking. I got some new perspective on the past. It's very disorienting, but I'm pretty good at staying upright when the world turns sideways.

I suffered Disney-related trauma, but it was one of the rides at Disneyland. My father found it horribly amusing to pretend that I was really driving the car on Mr Toad's Wild Ride. It's on a track and 'crashes' into everything. Dad was screaming "Watch out" and waving his arms around telling...

Feel better, @gizmo You did a lot today, especially for not feeling well. I'm scattered, sad and things hurt physically. Good news is that I got through the important mail stuff I needed to do, because it barely required any movement to do so.

It's one of those feelings I never learned the word for, kinda mellow and tranquil but with a smirk? Eh, it's me, pretty much everything comes with a smirk.

@notsurewheretoturn I'm sorry for your loss. It's hard and it hurts a lot. Love will do that, and time is the only thing that can ease that pain. I'm either feeling everything or nothing, it changes every few minutes. Kind of scared by that, probably going to isolate some more and feel...

It makes me uncomfortable. It's a good way to explain mental illness and suicide to the ignorant, but the ignorant generally don't care and probably won't know enough grammar to comprehend it. Sorry, having a severe pessimism flare-up on this one. I'm afraid the tattoos may add to the stigma...

I thought I'd feel some sense of accomplishment or something when I finished painting the porch stairs. Nope, but it's done.

I just put the first coat of paint on the porch stairs. The yard and outside of my home is kind difficult for me and I'm going against a lot of learned helplessness on this home maintenance stuff. Unlike dad, I'm going to follow the directions on the can of paint and put on a second coat...

I'm too warm and feel bad about running the air conditioner. The dog is panting, so I'm turning it on for her.

Me too. A few weeks ago a friend even mentioned it, she couldn't understand how I packed every little trinket into a box and gave them back to my most recent ex. They're still friends, from what I understand it bothered him most that I felt the need to give back a rock. I think it may have...

Tried getting out of the house for the fun of it, haven't done that in a while. It wasn't any fun. It was just someplace else. Everything is boring and I don't like any of it. In a weird way, that's progress- I'm not too depressed to care.

I feel a shaking in my hands and arms, I have to concentrate to keep it inside and not visible. Did yard chores, a surprise bonus round of repair work because the poorly made garage door broke again, and I'm really worried about the shaking. It hardly ever happens, only when I'm really bad...

I'm feeling worn down and confused. Too sore and tired to do much about it, just waiting for meds and bed.

That's why I'm very careful what details are posted on my more known web presences- the trolls will be trolls because somehow that makes their hurts feel better. If your online community is that familiar with your situation, I'd consider using the 'block' or 'ban' features. It's something that...

I'm trying really hard to feel anything other than anxiety or depression about being too anxious. It's a little loop, I've been getting stuck. Not sure what I'll try next. Something has to work, eventually I'll figure out what.

I'm worn out, emotionally, physically, just depleted. It's a bunch of little things piled up to look like something overwhelming, I'm sure I'll be okay.