meeeeeeeeee tooooooooooooo
i feel some things are important... and then i feel *I* am not important enough for the contact to be made. Then i decide, i guess my (insert symptom here... feeling like I'm having a heart attack for example) really is worthless rubbish and just to drop it. If i live, i'm fine. if i die, then it doesn't matter anymore anyway.
Is just contrary to "learning to allow others to meet my needs" as T would say.
And i lived last night, so i guess i'm fine.
I know it wasn't a panic attack (got that one down by now). and i have my own theories from knowing my own body. I was thiiiiiiiiis close to writing an email anyway... when i heard my head say in her voice "It was probably indigestion". Who needs to hear that?! So i didn't.