Nothing is more irritating than losing something that you just saw yesterday. You know you put it some place "safe" but, heck, where is it? This happened to me today. Well, actually, it started 2 days ago. I couldn't find my widgit. It was just here yesterday or maybe the day before that. So, I run around checking every place where it might be. Where would you go if you're a widgit looking to stay out of the way but still accessible? The drawer with the other widgits? No. How about here with the kitchen widgits? No. Oh I know its here with the bedroom widgits. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm an old lady. I no longer have those kind of widgits. Oh my, what's this? Oops. Its one of those kinds of widgits. Wonder if it still works. Probably needs new batteries. 2 C batteries!?! Forget that. My heart couldn't stand the thrill of it all.)
What was I doing? Oh yeah, looking for the widgit. No no not that widgit. Let's check the bathroom. Really? Checking anyway. Maybe its in the box room. In the linen closet. Don't know why. But at least I can say I looked.
Okay. Now let's retrace the search & not be gentle about it. Let's toss stuff around the room. Toss some more stuff in other rooms. Stuff everywhere. Tippy toeing thru the minefield I just created, I feel nothing but frustration with a tad of panic.
More rummaging thru drawers I've already rummaged thru while doing calculations of how much would it cost to replace the widgit. The widgit, I might add, I don't really need right now but got this idea in my head that I need to know where it is. Sighing I nuke a cup of tea & plunk down in a chair. And, suddenly, like in a movie, a spotlight shone on the one drawer I had not looked in. I didn't look there because what an incredibly stupid place for a widgit. But lo and behold there it was in all its widgity glory.
Phew! I put that widgit where it would never get lost again. On the kitchen table, in plain site, next to my now cooling tea. Hey cat -- off the table! Watch out for the --- tea. And just like that my widgit got a vanilla chi bath.
Cat: "Mama why are you crying? Whoa! Why are you looking at me like that? Your body language is getting increasingly hostile. I think I'll just find a safe place to hide."
I reach over & open that drawer. Cat jumps in and pulls it closed.
You cant kill me, I'm already dead. 
anxiety....symptoms??? Please share to help me
You ever feel like you just try to hard?
Loss
Will this ever be over?
