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MANIC Manic Shout-Out To mySELF - RE Fleeting Glimpses

Welcome (back?) to:
Zen Rage Management
FORMERLY
Ruminative Recoil 101
WARNING: For this one, at least, you may require more than 1-2 active brain cells - and not in the “one’s lost and the other’s out looking for it!” common-SENSE - ‘n’ the likes. NO MORE WARNINGS.
Okay, deep breaths. Here comes my [slightly refined […]

DANCE OF J-J-JOY! (First NA Meeting…Check!)

I FINALLY went to my FIRST NA MEETING and…


IT WAS FREAKING FANTASTIC
‘Dr. Emm’, my DRUG counsellor, WAS SO RIGHT. Heheheh.
SO MANY amazing people there, and the ‘religious’ ‘issue’ WASN’T AN ‘ISSUE’ AT ALL *gasps!*
I know… I’m a stubborn brute when it comes to … A LOT OF TOO TOO MANY things! Heheh […]

You Asked… I Answered?

Q: Did you mention something about “NA“? Does that mean you’re cutting down?
A: Re: the NA - dat’s what it means. I -have- cut down (thanks to [having come off of] Topamax), by necessity because now that I can ACTUALLY FEEL THINGS, it kicks my ass. So to be down to 1-3 […]

SPOILER: (Bitch/Crazy) Too late with meds & tapering off a Really Shitty One™.) Can’t count the number of whore-shoes…

This is what happens when (my doves cry®princerogersnelson and umrg you’re very-too late with taking your meds while tapering off an RSO™.) I can’t count the number of whore-shoes (…or pickles!) I currently have stashed up my arse right now, but Dear PTB: know that I am full of grace for the former. Seriously. […]