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May 17, 2008, 11:30 PM
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If I think back on a memory of being a child, the first thing that comes to mind is, sitting in my closet holding tightly to a stuffed monkey, and being scared to death. I have horrible phobia's of thunderstorms, wind, driving in rain, being stuck alone in one of these situations. Bridges, car accidents, I-75 petrifies me, hurricanes, tornados, and now I have agoraphobia and I dont leave my house hardly ever. Im a prisoner in my own home and I dont know what to do about it. I stay depressed alot to the point I cry everyday, sleep too much, eat too much, and my physical body is falling apart. Dont know where to turn.
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May 18, 2008, 09:29 AM
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((((((((((mentalmess))))))))))
you are not alone lost
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May 22, 2008, 11:55 PM
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I don't know what it's like to have agoraphobia, but I know that those folks with agoraphobia are loving, kind, thoughtful people.
My wife struggles big time with agoraphobia. She can't get out of the house for anything. Through some friends, we found a physician who is willing to make a house call. (That's actually a relatively new service that some regions of the country are seeing-it's called concierge service). She's a great person in so many ways. Through these same friends, we found a LHMC who works with her every Wednesday for about 2-3 hours in the house. My thoughts and prayers are with you in this tough time. |
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May 23, 2008, 02:35 AM
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my phobias: bees (dont matter what kind: wasps, yellow jackets honeybees whatever you want to call them), childbirth, tornados, loud sounds, balloons popping, fire alarms, the dark... i have plenty more that i cant think of right now.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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Jun 07, 2008, 08:15 PM
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Your not alone...My fear is failing...I may have OCD...I cry alot too...I'm lost also...Right now to be exact...I get depressed here and there too...
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