Open Question: What does this sound like?
I suffer from panic attacks. I have also obsessed about having everything from heart disease to Multiple Sclerosis to Dissociative Identity Disorder to now the scariest one of all that I can’t shake is the fear of developing schizophrenia. I have depersonalization (feelings of being unreal, and that my environment is unreal). I know it isn’t because I can still remember when I felt real, but that is a distant memory. I am not suicidal, or into self harming, instead I am afraid to die or go crazy. I sometimes just feel really unsafe and on edge, and sometimes on sensory overload from my environment. I obsess about developing schizophrenia. It doesn’t run in my family. I am 34 years old, and have suffered from anxiety since age 11. Could I go crazy? Am I already crazy?
Thank you both! To the first person who answered, you don’t sound judgemental at all! Both of your answers reassured me.

Sun, 09 May 2010 19:53:52 GMT
Open Question: What do you think about chapter 1 of my book so far?
I scanned the camp my people had been raised in for the past century. Nothing seemed o be out of place. The hunters and harvester were just returning from either the hunt or small berry fields. The young ones were playing with a cub from the wolf pack that had sought refuge the day before. The med were building more huts while the women were scolding their children and weaving clothes from animal hides from various creatures. Healer Akenti had emerged from the underground place of birth the Fepri people used.
I turned and reentered the Healing Hut to stand guard by my father, Chief Lucian, who had fallen sick the week before. ?You needn?t worry young one. I will look after your father and so will Akenyea. The goddess will not fail us my dear Vasilyssa.? Healer Akenti assured me as she entered her hut. Her long sky blue hair was pulled up in her spiked, silver with gold flakes headdress. Her blue eyes, no pupil or whites to them, were filled with knowledge of the unknown if that made any sense. ?Take a walk in the forest dear. Experiment with your powers or something to pass the time.?
?Yes Healer Akenti.? Silently I retired to the wood surrounding our camp. I was joined by Rusty, the pack leader of the refugee wolves.
I was about to enter my little secluded patch of meadow when I smelt it. Fey. It was only one though. What did it want? I didn?t know but I was going to find out.
Slowly I turned only to stare up at chocolate brown eyes that pierced my soul. His black hair was swept to the side and his muscles clenched and unclenched, rippling throughout his arms and chest. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. It was as if he and I were the only people in the world, and that was weird enough for me, considering the he and I were rivals.
Blinking a couple time to clear some of the fog in my head I asked, ?Who are you??
?Jayce.? His voice sent a shiver down my spine.
?Leave. Don?t come back.? My voice wavered.
He laughed. ?I?ll leave but I won?t stay away. But I think you knew that.? He turned and disappeared in the shadows on the other side of the clearing.
?Stupid Fey. Stupid sexy Fey.? I sighed and froze seeing a lump or something in the middle of the clearing. I ran over and my heart skipped seeing my brother, who had been missing for over a year now, Mason. ?Mason!? Rusty burst through the tree line growling. I turned to him and ordered, ?Get the Healer.? He left in a rush.
I gently rocked back and forth silent tears rolling down my cheeks and disappearing in Mason?s jet black hair. I murmured incoherent thing to make sure he was registering my voice and that he wasn?t dying. When Healer Akenti showed a staff In hand all she did was motion for me to move as she checked over his body. When finished she sighed and shook her head praying, ?Oh Goddess Akenyea, please let this young son of the chief Lucian rest peacefully in thy meadow of love.? She turned to me; ?I?m sorry.? was all she said before setting his body on fire.
?No!?I knew I couldn?t change his death but I couldn?t stay for his pyre either. I ran, hands covering my face into a part of the wood unknown to me and kept running to find myself on rolling green, grasslands.
What looked like a camp was set up not far off in the distance. I walked toward it but just fell and sobbed not caring about the live stock coming towards me. Suddenly I was yanked up to peer into the face of a burly man with a gruff voice. ?Who are you? What?s your purpose here?? I bit my tongue refusing to speak and got a sharp slap, whipping my head to the side.

Sun, 09 May 2010 01:29:23 GMT

Open Question: First chapter to my book what do you think?

Open Question: Why are black people #1 for heart disease?

Open Question: Does the China Study book by Campbell contain a diet or is it just statistics on the diet study in china?

Open Question: This book..?

Open Question: Does anyone who likes Silverstein know the actual meaning of their song November?

Open Question: sudden sharp chest/breast pain?

Open Question: how many of u believe physcics?(someone who can tell the future)?