When the Sleeping Pills Wear Off…

I have been a self-diagnosed hermit. Anxiety and fear make it easier to refuse invitations, make excuses, flake at the last moment. Cravings for safety and the security of knowing what to expect when you don’t put yourself out there into the big wild world where wolves wear grandma’s house dress and disguised old ladiesContinue reading “When the Sleeping Pills Wear Off…”