In from the Cold

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what if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life

Why is this not getting around faster

I was murdered by ET…..

I always knew Entertainment Tonight were bloodthirsty bastards…

Clearly I was murdered by a romantic partner.



This was by far the most important thing that happened in Australia in the year 2000

And for at least 5 years afterwards, whenever someone was unimpressed with something, it was quite common for them to say; “Not happy, Jan.”

Hell, I still say it


note to self: pocket cat

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OCD & Anxiety Disorders: Crash Course Psychology #29

Ever call someone OCD because they like to have a clean apartment? Ever tell someone you have a phobia of spiders when, in fact, they just creep you out a little? In this episode of Crash Course psychology, Hank talks about OCD and Anxiety Disorders in the hope we’ll understand what people with actual OCD have to deal with as well as how torturous Anxiety Disorders and Panic Attacks can actually be.


Ethiopian opal geode

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I would marry them.


I would marry them.

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We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be. The only problem is that there is also so much other stuff, typically fixations with how people perceive us, how to get more of the things that we think will make us happy, and with keeping our weight down. So the real issue is how do we gently stop being who we aren’t? How do we relieve ourselves of the false fronts of people-pleasing and affectation, the obsessive need for power and security, the backpack of old pain, and the psychic Spanx that keeps us smaller and contained?

Here’s how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake’s line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love.