My stepson has decided we are going to a resort next week...it seems that his wife's relative is opening a place, and they "invited" us to stay for the opening ceremony/blessing for a few days...I was told three different stories about this, so don't know the truth.
To get there, we can either take an overnight ferry or fly and take a short ferry...since I get seasick, I chose the plane...I am so full of fears since moving here I prefer a short fear of crashing to a long fear of drowning...

I don't know what's wrong... I guess my agorophobia, which I had conquered by pushing myself in the past, has come back...guess I need to start prozac...but I don't like drugs any more than my stepson...

Oh well...

I am happy here doing nothing...it seems that everytime I think of the past, I think of terrible horrible things that happened...undoubtably good things happened and I did good things, but that is not what comes up...since these things ususally come up when I try to pray, I assume it is either diabolic attack, or because that is when I actually quiet my heart for the subconscious to come out.
So I bundle up the terrible memory, and give it to God...figuring he will cleanse the hurt. And if it is about a patient or someone I know that comes to mind, I lift them up to him in prayer.
Works for me...although most of the time I prefer the internet, because it keeps one busy busy...