writeratlarge wrote:
Xsvan, I'm excited to read your posts; I'm not technically agoraphobic, but my drinking / depression/ isolationist tendancies have pretty much rendered me such.
For example, today I had a Dr. appt.; kind of a big deal for me to get up, dressed, drive - the normal things people take for granted. Then I threw on getting a pedi and going to the grocery store - whew! We're talking a huge day; how f***ing pathetic is that? And people are out in bathing suits and shorts enjoying the 90 degree sunshine, and all I can think is kill me now. OK not quite literally, but my mental state is such that sunshine is still a bit much to take. God, I hate admitting that.
How do you go from 7.5 a 9 units to zero? Admirable but possibly too ambitious?
Holy sh*t, unless I've misread, I have no idea how to get to zero from any number of units. 7.5 sounds rad to me, that's a full unit under my norm, 8.5.
Your day doesn't sound f***ing pathetic at all, but I totally understand--I won't even show my legs just yet. Someday, someday, however... I
shall drive again. Sun is something that gives me the gecko, so to speak: all those lovely people (scary/appealing), all that possibility (terrifying/oh-how-I-wish), all the normal liveliness (wtf/please gimme).
And hey! I've just realised, you're the most recent person I've replied to! Forums usually depress me. I let them depress me, rather. But it was in Ives's progress thread, I believe, and you made my day!
No worries admitting to self-presumed weirdnesses. When cashiers bitch about the rain I want to grab the sides of their collar and shout, 'Then WHY THE **** DO YOU LIVE IN PORTLAND?'
The fella and I were promised a temperate climate. Ha. First summer was 104 Fahrenheit. And now our winters have no snow. Anyone wanna stuff us, our cats, our other oddments in a box, and post it to Scotland?
writeratlarge, I want to see you veer well clear of agoraphobia. Nal does indeed work for the drinking side of things.
In my case of failure first go round, I attribute it to receiving a time-release version of the drug (Nodict!); bad when the full dose is supposed to be in one's system within an hour. Worse yet, I let myself lose faith in my own power as well.
If you ever want to talk about isolationist tendencies et cetera, pm me, or whatever's comfortable. Do you want to know the weirdest place I've found myself? A forum for schizoids. Not schizophrenics, but people with schizoid personalities wanting to interact with one another. People who dislike people wanting to talk to... well you get the picture. That's when I really began wondering about my social disinclinations.
All the swellest,
Xanthippe