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[corvaxxx]

The absurdity of looking for comfort in my dark night of the soul from the most fearful dog I have ever met. Sitting on the ground, hugging her and sobbing, after a minute I can feel her good natured willingness to follow my request to come near me fade, and her body leans away from me, and I let her go and she trots away to the other side of the

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[anonymous]

what happened?

[corvaxxx]

Apparently something happens to me this time of year as a kind of anniversary of having an eating disorder. I'll have really intense cramping on the first day of my period and somehow am in a situation where it gets really bad before I can get to some ibuprofen. Sometime in the next day or two I'll start getting really anxious and have a panic attack, and go in and out of just being really anxious and having an actual panic attack (what about? life being stressful, life being hard, am-I-going-to-be-okay). I guess it's time for this year's anniversary.

[800birds]

awww honey

[corvaxxx]

I am okay, now. my annual panic attack anxiety can't eat episode turned out to only be a few days long, this year. Thank God!

But Jesus, this dog. I've had her for twelve weeks, working every day, and she will do wonderful obedience work right up next to the things she is afraid of, but yesterday we were at the park and she was just noodling around on her own, and a city bus made its' loud noises when coming to a halt 1,000 feet away from us, and she still felt the need to stare at it and back away. The most fearful dog in the freaking world.