Hi Dani. I'm not sure if I'm using the "Thanks" option correctly as we didn't have that button when I use to frequent PsychCentral, but hopefully you received some sort of "Thank You" notice in your email? Is that what it does? Lol. If not......THANK YOU, DANI, for responding to my agoraphobia blahs. *smile*

When I had a Blog, it actually was quite popular. It was for entertainment purposes, and I would find photos on the internet and make up little funny stories or one-liners about it. I would talk a little about something in my life when it was major, but the whole purpose of my Blog was to hopefully give at least one person a smile for the day. I also included gorgeous photos of wildlife, candid shots of people, scenery, videos, news accounts that were ridiculous, etc, etc. I had a GREAT time chatting with the people who left messages on my Blog, and I always was out there visiting theirs and making comments. Some wonderful people were there....but Six Apart decided to get rid of their blogging platform (VOX). It stresses me to even think of how to build a new design from a new platform, so I just freeze. My Blog would take me from when I got up in the morning straight on through to when I went to bed at night....it was very rewarding (not by way of money, but by way of the people I met and the friendships we formed). I remember one wonderful man in New Zealand who told me his elderly father was having a tough morning (he had recently lost his wife), and so this member of my Blog turned it on and read a really stupid police story that had ocurred in New York. I even remember what the story was, but I won't bore you...but dumb people deserve what they get. LOL. Anyways, that gave ME a purpose...a usefulness. For someone who was homebound, stressed, depressed, etc....I was there to show a little silliness and a little beauty. One woman told me she liked my Blog so much that she and her husband had gone ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE START OF IT!! (Can you imagine??) They read and listened and watched everything. It really humbled me. I would love to be able to be involved in that again, but...along with the stress of building a Blog....I just don't feel like I have the creativity anymore to present words with photos. My brain has turned to mush. I see something and think how great that would be to show to others, but then my mind goes blank....how would I explain or poke fun at it? I seem to have lost that part of myself.

And you had cats, too. *smile* A furry little companion that is always happy to see you....unless you're shooing him away from your hard-worked culinary skills! I wish that there was a way to have groceries delivered here, but that option isn't available. What if I ran out of food for my little pal? I don't mind going hungry myself, but I don't have the right to inflict my problems on the innocent.

I'm rather stressed today because my sister is coming over after work tomorrow (Wednesday) to transfer info from my old hard drive to my new one. More importantly, I'm going to get my hair cut. There was a time that I felt at ease with a "safe" person, but now I'm scared to even THINK of going someplace. But the hair doth grow, and the impression made on others is level RED...get to your underground bunkers as soon as you can! The horror of what is developing in the community.....EEEEEEE!! Lol. Anyways, I'll take a few Klonopins and a beta blocker. I'll still be freaking inside, but it's funny that people don't know this. I talk and laugh and act just like anyone else. I've asked people who know about my social anxiety if I appear the same as everyone else, or am I somehow sticking out by appearing nervous?? The answer is always that you wouldn't even know. And it IS great to get out and be with people....but always with that exhale of relief when I get back home and lock the door behind me. I can't explain it. I began to have problems in 2004, and it has escalated to THIS by 2011. Gotta love chemistry. *smirk*

I hope you are doing well. Thanks for reading my rambles. And always have a little fur baby to love! Amazing how they don't run from broken people.

Big hugs,
Sandy