I feel empathy for those who are having health problems, or pain of whatever kind. My health has been improving and there is nothing that I know of threatening my life or chances of recovery from things, but not that long ago I was not so assured, and it's an awful feeling. If I pray again someday, you will be in my prayers. Actually I give in and pray more often than not. I just have a lot of issues with religion/God/prayer. But I do care.
I seemed to have taken a small nose-dive here. I got a legal-type letter in the mail from the Bureau of Occupational and Professional Affairs, about my professional license. I know it can't remain in limbo forever, but I am not ready to go back to that kind of work. I have to deal with them though, or I will lose my license. So I'm going to have to go through another evaluation with their appointed shrink.
Its just dredging up everything from when I "crashed and burned" and those panicky feelings from whenever everything was lost and there wasn't anything I could do but watch my life circle the drain.
I'm crawling into bed because I feel less afraid there.