I've come to despise the word. And, for the most part, I am worried about nothing. Nothing real that is. I mean that is happening. If it can happen, I worry. Not about everything, but too much.
I hate leaving my house for any reason. Mostly, actually, because I am comfortable here, but some is attributed to my dog, who is well TG, and much is attributed to a bunch of locals a couple of years back who decided to slam me all over the internet - nasty pages, lies, libelous statements ("oh that's freedom of speech" !!), all because (and I kid you not here) I didn't vote for one of them when he ran for a local public office.
So here I am. My sweet dog next to me. I think I finally convinced her that I really am ok even though sometimes I wonder
I hope I can get some help here as well as be supportive of others.