How to Survive Nuclear Winter

I'm feeling much better now than I did last night. Walking helps and the biofeedback crap I tried didn't hurt. I got some sleep, at least and I suppose at least I can talk about it, in a way I haven't always found possible.

I used to have such trouble verbalizing what I felt, what happened when I had incidents like that. I'd feel like someone had bombed my insides and left it to me to deal with the fallout, hence this post's title. It doesn't help that my mom still doesn't get it when I'm depressed or freaking out, since oft as not, there's no reason behind the episode, aside from my brain committing mutiny.

So, yay for improvements, no matter how small!


I'm going to go get more of the aforementioned sleep.