Saturday, April 7, 2018

Mama Mia

Had a bad panic attack last night. It's been a regular thing for the last few years. I get depressed and anxious and then I have a meltdown and then hover delicately around these two states. Long story short we have abandoned our Airbnb and moved into a hotel down the street.

I know what my triggers are. Those risks are not worth taking. When things aren't working it takes a lot of energy and time away from my work. The cost is too great. Life is too short.

Only some people can be trusted to take care of me. I only feel safe when I'm inside my fort, with a fire-breathing dragon on patrol, and a moat full of bloodthirsty sharks.

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