askyermom

I’m not actively writing enough these days. The effort to sew up the book-patient known as “Don’t Eat Your Children” is, well, eating me.

I’ve been blaming the book more than is fair. I have been running around in a state of 50% grief for a while, maybe 40% honestly. My grief level is low enough that it’s easy to overlook. Whoops. Didn’t see you there, Grief.

The grief has been more evident with 30% anxiety on top. I also don’t notice the anxiety most of the time, not until something small causes a jolt. A fender bender next to me in traffic caused me to actually scream. I crept down the stairs with a bat in hand to investigate what was a spilled bag of recycling. To be fair, it was a really big bag and it spilled down the basement stairs causing enough noise that it would have scared away any actual burglar.

It’s not clear how the recycling clatter can be incorporated in your home alarm system, but I do put glass bottles on all my window sills–a serial killer approved safety ritual.

Anyhoo, I’m on edge at least 30% and I don’t expect it to clear up for weeks. Maybe it’s my big chance to do something else terrifying as long as I’m already on edge. Will I look under my stove for mice? Nope!! Get a tooth pulled? Maybe!! Mosh pit? Where?? B- haunted hayride? Possibly!! Vacuum the vents in my house? Naw!! My shop vac may be full of spiders!!

Being simultaneously afraid of nothing and everything adds up to 30 percent anxiety I guess.

Any recommendations? My most recent scary movie success was Villains (2019). It’s unpredictable and has a fabulous cast and just a smidge of extra gore.

Love,
yermom

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