tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post2383350313771848823..comments2024-03-28T09:51:50.148-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: A Big EventMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68483808589909004842016-02-21T10:32:08.793-05:002016-02-21T10:32:08.793-05:00It's very hard for me to understand those feel...It's very hard for me to understand those feelings; I won't lie. But I certainly hope they disperse.<br /><br />Classic rock doesn't sound SO bad. I love the fact that people still listen to classic rock, even though 30 years ago they were listening to it and it was classic THEN.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24817522386424728582016-02-19T20:09:08.886-05:002016-02-19T20:09:08.886-05:00i set up my gmail so i can get my aol-hell mail fo...i set up my gmail so i can get my aol-hell mail fowarded there. i'm like a tech neyophyte and was able to figure it out from the instructions from the interwebz. now i can check my work gmail and my everything else gmail from my phone.<br /><br />hope you all get the train!<br /><br />xxalainaxxmrs.missalaineushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08542984504965262088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-77192789148676495972016-02-19T18:55:45.710-05:002016-02-19T18:55:45.710-05:00Is smelling smoke an anxiety thing? Sometimes I t...Is smelling smoke an anxiety thing? Sometimes I think I smell smoke and imagine everyone I love dying in a fire, and I've got to make funeral arrangements for all those people. It's like an odd thought hits me and I'm off to the races with angst. I hope you can chase that bitch (anxiety) away and tomorrow's a better day.Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-54511604977501554522016-02-19T17:41:00.555-05:002016-02-19T17:41:00.555-05:00I woke up tense and unstable too. I'd kill for...I woke up tense and unstable too. I'd kill for an Ativan. Well, maybe not kill. It would be nice to feel one wash over my crazy self though. Even though they make me cry. Anyway.<br />I hope someone waves back and I hope it makes the boys squeal. Heartinhandnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22390935678711354572016-02-19T17:10:34.138-05:002016-02-19T17:10:34.138-05:00That should be goes not hoes.....That should be goes not hoes.....Leishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2471426964356814972016-02-19T17:09:59.183-05:002016-02-19T17:09:59.183-05:00Anxiety is a form of torture, it's debilitatin...Anxiety is a form of torture, it's debilitating. I hope it bloody well pisses off and leaves you in peace. An old steam train occasionally hoes through a town that I spend a lot of time in. I often wait for it to go pass and I enjoy so many people waving to me. It's rather sweet and old fashioned and enjoyable. XxxLeishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-36181768893572306752016-02-19T14:09:53.619-05:002016-02-19T14:09:53.619-05:00You know we are waving back every day. xxxYou know we are waving back every day. xxxJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-46175382820511336122016-02-19T14:03:13.530-05:002016-02-19T14:03:13.530-05:00I'm glad you have a writing place. That always...I'm glad you have a writing place. That always seemed to help me when I was anxious. And the trains. I love trains. There's something so romantic about them - although I think there's something romantic about moving and being still at the same time. I think if I were on that train and I saw your life it would inspire me. Maybe there will be a writer on that train, an artist. They will see you. They will write you down. We are all connected somehow. xoxoRachelVBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10312736736551027564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-87130720428016602672016-02-19T13:48:33.189-05:002016-02-19T13:48:33.189-05:00You know, I cannot even imagine what life must be ...You know, I cannot even imagine what life must be like for people who don't suffer with anxiety. How bright the day must seem, how unencumbered and free. I can even fathom it, so long have I lived with this shadow, anxiety, and every moment I am engaged in the hidden struggle to live my life in spite of it. I feel you, friend. Lose yourself in those babies. Feel loved and safe. You are loved and safe. I promise. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-75719607983314983312016-02-19T13:46:30.761-05:002016-02-19T13:46:30.761-05:00It must be the stars or something; I too am fendin...It must be the stars or something; I too am fending it off as best I can. I just made it slightly worse by looking for a book and not finding it in my ridiculous vertical stacks – I wanted to recommend a wonderful Galway Kinnell poem. With a train. So beautiful to read aloud, but I can't remember the name of it. Where IS that post-it studded book.... Maybe someone knows the poem I mean.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20645571379603493392016-02-19T12:35:49.210-05:002016-02-19T12:35:49.210-05:00Someone I love suffers with anxiety, worse lately....Someone I love suffers with anxiety, worse lately. Indirectly, I understand. And I'm sure it's a hundred times worse than my understanding of it. At least. My wish is for all of the people who suffer, that they have the strength to keep going and have good days as well.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33497427171634118572016-02-19T12:05:12.708-05:002016-02-19T12:05:12.708-05:00It's the day of double comments.
What I meant ...It's the day of double comments.<br />What I meant to add was: I also have pills in my bag which I never use. I just need to have them with me in case. They've probably disintegrated, but I have them if I ever need them.Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-3044579670722706322016-02-19T12:03:51.850-05:002016-02-19T12:03:51.850-05:00I often think that when I'm in the middle of i...I often think that when I'm in the middle of it. Actually, I'm always in the middle of it, but I mean when I'm in a particularly bad bit like last week. (You know that I know what it is.)<br />I hope you manage to climb out of the pit of it. Or that the pit will go away and fuck itself. That horrible goddamn pit.Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-45490719564356083172016-02-19T11:29:23.752-05:002016-02-19T11:29:23.752-05:00Rebecca- Thank you, thank you, thank you. No one k...Rebecca- Thank you, thank you, thank you. No one knows until they know. I can't take an Ativan. I have three and if I took one, I would only have two. Their presence is somehow too important to actually use them. I don't know. But...I will be okay. It always helps to go do something with the babies. They are proof positive that there is goodness. They give me smiles I don't deserve and yet- there they are, freely given, so gratefully accepted. Thank you. Again. And right now, John Lennon is singing "Imagine" on the radio next door and there's another little blessing. I feel my shoulders relax, my breath come easier.<br /> Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-52037771313836191832016-02-19T11:10:52.970-05:002016-02-19T11:10:52.970-05:00I am fortunate not to suffer from anxiety and so I...I am fortunate not to suffer from anxiety and so I can only say that I hope it passes quickly. we were on a river trip one time with some friends who would always moon the passenger train if they were there at the time it passed by and so it was that trip and so I mooned the passenger train along with my friends.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11356448041623944752016-02-19T11:04:25.514-05:002016-02-19T11:04:25.514-05:00Oh Mary there is nothing petty about anxiety IT...Oh Mary there is nothing petty about anxiety IT'S FUCKING AWFUL. Be good to yourself. If you need to stay safe in your house or your bed do it. Take it easy. Eat breakfast for dinner but let someone else cook it. Have some sweet tea and an Ativan. Fuck em if they can't take a joke. Mail winging your way. Love,<br />RebeccaRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.com