Well, I think I'm going to steal tonight's reminder from a recent "I Believe God Wants You to Know" email - the ones that come from Neal Donald Walsh. This is one that I kind of dislike because I know - at least I mostly know - that it's true - but I really hate admitting it.
Not that I haven't owned up to the reality that on some level my agoraphobia is a choice that I've made... It didn't feel like a choice early on. Didn't feel like a choice at all. That didn't stop me from raining down an almost non-stop hate-fest on myself for my own pain, for not being able to breathe, for a body that virtually paralyzed itself in fear when I set foot out my door. Now I blame myself for giving up the fight. The hate is less virulent. Resignation is less painful that full-blown panic and suffocation. But I still do battle with she who judges me for the choice I have made. The coward's choice. So anyway, I know there's truth in this message. But it really pisses me off. On my good days, I figure there's a purpose to it. (And she who judges snorts in disgust, but who's listening.)
Guess that's more than enough preface.... here's what Neal Donald Walsh believes God wants us to know....
- Cool air
- a break from Huffington Post madness
- Angel and Tara Grace
- paid bills