And Out Came The Tiger....

And out came the tiger....

reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics

Reblog to help people understand how important this is and how to help someone who might need it.

A bit of kindness can go a long way.

Here’s my story of today…

I have Chronic Anxiety Disorder. I have experienced panic attacks. Often at one point. I am working on this but it gets the best of me sometimes. Today it almost got me. If it wasn’t for a girl on the bus across from me it would have.

I was set off…by what? It doesn’t matter right now. I felt the drift, the anxiety creeping up. My body started shaking, I couldn’t stop it. I looked around, hoping to find an escape. There was none. I accidentally made eye contact with the girl across from me.

Now, this started another line of panic. “Oh, God. I’m an annoyance. Everyone hates me. I am a burden on everyone around me.” 

She smiled. Just a smile, then a voice. She was reaching out to me in my time of need. She saw the shaking, the panicked glances, noticed the shallowness of my breaths. Here is what she did:

She asked me to name 5 things I could see, and had patience with me as I thought. People, cars, chairs, trees, buildings. Once I managed that, it was 4 things I could hear. Engines, talking people, the rain against the glass, and the bus driver’s radio. Slowly I answer her questions…not quite realizing the effect. 3 things I could feel. My bag, my hair, the plastic of my bus pass. 2 thing I could smell. The air conditioning and the rain just outside the window. 1 thing I could taste. The mint of the gum I had been chewing earlier.

By the time I finished I noticed the shaking had stopped. She continued to talk to me until her stop. I never got her name. As she got off all I could think o say was, “Thank you so much”. Her response, “We have to stick together.”

Just because you feel like you’re a mess doesn’t mean you’re trash.

You can have a mess that’s made up of good things, just in the wrong places. When you finally are able to clean it up you could find amazing things. You could be amazing.

There’s no need to rush in the clean up either, take your time. Enjoy yourself and make a habbit of remembering the good things, people and events. Place everything in the places you want them to be in.

You will be okay…you may be a mess now but you’re worth so much, there’s no need to throw it all away. Always keep fighting.

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

You know the Grimm version of Snow White makes more sense than most versions if only because in that version Snow White was like 7 years old.