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Quoted from my PC blog entry Yesterday:
Context: I was trying to figure out (before I had a full blown panic attack shortly after) why I was so anxious:
"My mind went back to when I impulsively announced that my mom was going to try and quit drugs for me. My step-dad who was there, said “What” in a really threatening way. I’m scared, scared that after I left that he gave mom crap, I’m scared that he hates me now, and I’m scared that he hates me enough to hurt me. He’s always been nice to me, but I’ve seen him angry before. You don’t want to be at the wrong end of it. I know there really isn’t a reason to think he’d hurt me…lest I’m forgetting something here…but in my mind the possibility not only exists…it’s also a strong possibility. That’s just the way my mind works."
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