Excuse me while I waffle on...
Using public transport to get to the places I have to go means that I have plenty of free time to think some more about the stuff that has changed in my head. I realise that the anxiety has also gone. I used to get all wound up (usually over nothing at all) and end up in a fog as I would almost hold my breath. It seemed like I was breathing just enough to remain conscious, leaving little room for any sort of rational thought. There have been some events that in previous times have left me limp and useless, yet the same situations in recent times were far less stressful.
I sometimes fear that the depression and anger and anxiety will come back and swamp me again but somewhere deep within, I'm kinda certain that it wont. I guess the only person who can prevent that happening is me :)
Consciously Muttering madly to myself...
1. Illicit :: Drugs
2. Go :: Stay
3. Jacket :: Leather - edit: doh!! fixed this one :)
4. Blow :: Job - the first word that came to mind *blush*
5. Coach :: Greyhound
6. Effort :: Joint
7. Leadership :: Skills
8. Snore :: Roar &...
9. Fearless :: Jeff Bridges
10. Network :: Social