I feel like a two year-old afraid of a balloon or something else infantile. My job requires more phone work than I expected, I am stressing. What stinks is that once I reach the person (which validates my purpose as a worthy human, again -- ridiculous) I am fine. Can feel the cortisol and adrenaline flowing like the Nile. It starts in my gut and spreads all around. It feels like I am full of POISON. Okay I am being brave, closing this window and dialing, darn it!
https://www.myptsd.com/c/threads/so-lost-is-he-gone-or-will-he-back-again.63667/
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