Seemed to be doing ok, holding things together, even starting to sort some things out. Now I've tripped, falled over, sitting in a heap on the floor wondering what the fuck happened. I'd normally put something like this in MD but right now I could do with a bit of reassurance :sad: I go along thinking I'm helping people, and on the whole I think maybe I am, but there's a vicious voice in my head gets the uper hand sometimes, and when it takes over I can't see straight, can't think clearly, can't sort out reality from my own fears. I'm getting lost inside my own head and that's a bad place to be. Feeling worthless, cowed, defeated, paranoid. When I go like that all Iwant to do is run away and hide, but that's just feeding the fear so I'm writing here instead. Suppose there's nothing anyone can do really to undo it, so maybe it'd help if I could ask this instead: anyone else had an experience where you thought you were really helping, only to find you'd cocked up big time,and the more you go over it the more you feel waht an arrogant and selfish piece of work you are? And asking that makes me feel even worse, that it's so trivial, so unimportant. But I'm leaving this up anyway, have to do it.