An Ungraspable Phantom

Well, it's been a little while now, three weeks or so?  So much for "It's Tuesday so I must write". It struck me that one of the problems that developed with my previous effort, to the point that it became the neck-bound millstone that sunk it, was the unending dourness, like I'd tried to effect some gritty reboot and just lost the point.  I mean, there are some difficult truths that I have to grasp and deal with which I choose to discuss online as a means of cathartic release, but it's easy to get into a dead end, and then it's very difficult for me to escape that gravitational pull.  I should  be doing more writing (just like I should  keep my room tidy, I guess...), and this is supposed to be part of it. Another problem is the wide range of tone... But I should just get on with it, I suppose.  I can't exactly post my beautiful programme notes alongside thinly-veiled rants against the idiocracy of office life after all, so eventually I'll set...

Hello again everyone, and thanks for tuning it to another episode of bad mental health management! Write what you know.  What you live, what you can relate to, and what your truth is!  Right?  Right?!  Huh.  I don't know, I sometimes feel like I'm flogging a dead horse sometimes with posts like these, but you know, it's Tuesday and I need to write something.  I think what I'd like to focus on this morning is being afraid .  Obviously this is some kind post about anxiety.  I have that (what seems to me) standard high-functioning autism problem to be afflicted by mental health problems but have the wherewithal to see that it isn't entirely rational some or even most of the time, like some kind of intellectual fortitude to know a priori that it's okay and I can leave the house and make a valid contribution to the socio-economic position I have in my working life and be okay and manage... While in fact, my actual experience is feeling completely tra...