Anxiety Support Group
Anxiety is a physical condition marked by intense and persistent feelings of distress, fear, angst or dread. General anxiety caused by routine day-to-day stresses usually passes quickly and is experienced by almost everyone at one time or another. However, such feelings that linger over time and are very difficult to cope with, and which lack a clear cause, may indicate...
As you can probably tell me and Ed Sheeran are not the best of buds right now.
early 2010 I set my house on fire through an oil explosion, i'd just turned 15 and was home alone with my 7 year old brother.
I was supposed to be looking after him, not doing $12,000 of damage.
TW
So bright, so hot, so loud that the roar was silent.
The only thing that makes me thankful that I didn't go up with the house was that my little brother was safe.
I remember calling my parents after the fire brigade came and they asked if they needed to come home (they were having drinks). Not even to be with their 7 year old son?
I haven't been able to stop thinking about it recently, trying to put the pieces together. How the microwave was a pool of plastic on the bench when i re entered the house for the first time. I feel so fucking guilty, *I've never spoken to my brother about what happened, he's 12 now.*
I see smoke constantly, my life is a haze, taking up smoking hasn't really helped, neither has stimulation burning. Now I just have even more scars.
This is more of a trigger event, but it's really fucking getting to me.
I feel like I stared straight into the Devil's eyes and with a flick of the finger, he kept me on the earth.
Cheers cunt.
*please do not suggest I talk to him, I posted this in the Anxiety support group for a reason.
early 2010 I set my house on fire through an oil explosion, i'd just turned 15 and was home alone with my 7 year old brother.
I was supposed to be looking after him, not doing $12,000 of damage.
TW
So bright, so hot, so loud that the roar was silent.
The only thing that makes me thankful that I didn't go up with the house was that my little brother was safe.
I remember calling my parents after the fire brigade came and they asked if they needed to come home (they were having drinks). Not even to be with their 7 year old son?
I haven't been able to stop thinking about it recently, trying to put the pieces together. How the microwave was a pool of plastic on the bench when i re entered the house for the first time. I feel so fucking guilty, *I've never spoken to my brother about what happened, he's 12 now.*
I see smoke constantly, my life is a haze, taking up smoking hasn't really helped, neither has stimulation burning. Now I just have even more scars.
This is more of a trigger event, but it's really fucking getting to me.
I feel like I stared straight into the Devil's eyes and with a flick of the finger, he kept me on the earth.
Cheers cunt.
*please do not suggest I talk to him, I posted this in the Anxiety support group for a reason.
It's not your fault. You've probably heard that a million times from people if you talked about this before. But, it was an accident. AND your brother was NOT hurt. That is the most important thing! Were you physically injured in the fire?