Tuesday, April 6, 2010
No Contest
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Door Prize
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
It's your funeral
Friday, October 2, 2009
Fear up, Ego Down
Thursday, September 10, 2009
It's safer in here (best of Jan. 09 pt. 2)

I got the fear when I was 43 years old. I am now 34 years old. It came on very slowly one night when I came home late from an office party. I went inside my house and was attacked, everything in the house flew off the shelves and the windows broke. I think. I had counseling but it didn't make any difference. After that I never left home again. Then I was told to try hypnotherapy which I did. I decided not to. Gradually, I was able to go out but not on my own. I still have to have someone with me. The worst is going back in. I would rather just be somewhere and stay there.
Being able to go into a shop, being able to visit a family and to do things I thought I would never do again, I have to keep on going out and not fall back to how I was. When I go to the door I just say to myself nothing is going to hurt me and keep saying that to myself when I am actually outside. One night I said this and the door knob started turning and I screamed for three hours straight. My neighbor Kathy heard me and called the police. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, the gardner "Pedro" had forgot his keys and was trying to get into the house to reclaim them. He ran when he heard me scream but came back later and explained everything.
Things get better every day seeing that I was a prisoner for six years, things can only get better as time goes on. Right?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
It's safer in here

I got the fear when I was 43 years old. I am now 34 years old. It came on very slowly one night when I came home late from an office party. I went inside my house and was attacked, everything in the house flew off the shelves and the windows broke. I think. I had counseling but it didn't make any difference. After that I never left home again. Then I was told to try hypnotherapy which I did. I decided not to. Gradually, I was able to go out but not on my own. I still have to have someone with me. The worst is going back in. I would rather just be somewhere and stay there.
Being able to go into a shop, being able to visit a family and to do things I thought I would never do again, I have to keep on going out and not fall back to how I was. When I go to the door I just say to myself nothing is going to hurt me and keep saying that to myself when I am actually outside. One night I said this and the door knob started turning and I screamed for three hours straight. My neighbor Kathy heard me and called the police. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, the gardner "Pedro" had forgot his keys and was trying to get into the house to reclaim them. He ran when he heard me scream but came back later and explained everything.
Things get better every day seeing that I was a prisoner for six years, things can only get better as time goes on. Right?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Help Me (pt 2)
Thursday, October 23, 2008
There's nothing to it but to do it!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Winkies!
I'm scared like I can't tell you. Of all people, you're standing right over there, by that counter. You're in both dreams and you're scared. I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and then I realize what it is. There's a man... in back of this place. He's the one who's doing it. I can see him through the wall. I can see his face. I hope that I never see that face, ever, outside of a dream.