Social phobias are the most common types of phobias, and they are endless. Examples are talking in groups or even starting conversations. Public speaking. Meeting new people. Talking to authority figures. Eating or drinking in front of others. Regular trips out to the stores or banks. Sitting in a classroom. Going to work. Just to name a few. A Social phobia is an intense anxiety of fear of being judged, negatively evaluated, or rejection in a social or performance situation. Have you experienced any of these? For me I have a few experiences but this post is more about being the mom of someone with extreme social phobias. One of my boys is affected by social phobia and anxiety to the point that he was home schooled because going into a classroom became to hard for him. Going to a store and purchasing something on his own was huge step he took when he was 14. Riding transportation to appointments
What better day to talk about fear than Friday the 13th. A day that overtime has become fearful to many.
I’ve sat down and wrote out a list of things I want to discuss on here over the next few weeks. Topics like depression, fears, health, anxiety, jealousy, self-esteem, social media and more. The objective is to 1-keep this place active. Life had taken hold and really distracted me and I want to get back to the purpose of this space. 2-educate. We all can learn more daily and I am hoping to help someone, at least one person, with my posts. 3- so the readers can learn more about, even as I am discovering more about myself. I hope to see you around the blog as these topics start rolling out. If there is something in particular you’d like to read about… let me know! I’m open for suggestions anytime.
It’s never easy to keep everything in check in life, when life runs amuck. Since the near beginning of February
For Kara St. Ives, seeing and hearing the dead is all part of the daily grind. A deathbed promise to her Aunt Hattie has Kara traveling to the town of Cooper’s Mill, North Carolina to right a wrong sixty years and hundreds of miles away. Add to that the fact even as a vocal ghost, Hattie isn’t divulging the reasons for her exile from her hometown, and it’s one big mystery that will take a whole lot of patience and a little dash of magic to solve. Now, if the sexy local preacher, Roth Andrews, would stop interfering, Kara might be able to put Hattie’s spirit to rest for good. This is not my first book from Mancos. She has impressed upon me with her ability to pull me into the story without me even realizing it. Fantasy and Paranormal are my thing, so how can I go wrong. Her character development is on point – I mean you can
I don’t wear gold… but I did and I am again. Here is a little background. Growing up I wore gold all the time, along with all the other popular metals. When did that change? Well, I left my second husband in 2001 and until recently (like this week) I never wore anything with gold without hatred filled in my heart. Until last year, I didn’t realize I had made this subconscious decision. I had to really think about the last time I wore gold or diamonds. I twas when I gave my second husband his last goodbye. I pulled away with my boys and mother in my van and drove off to a new future. A guy I dated for nearly 9 years, gave me an engagment ring that was silver and gold mixed… I hated that ring. It angered me cause he knew I didn’t want gold. That is the about the face of that relationship and a
Trust is defined as – firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something. Trust isn’t something we throw around like bird seed at a park. Nope its something that builds over time. Days, weeks, months, and even years. The longer you can trust someone the stronger the bond becomes. But here is the kicker… it only takes one action to break down that invisible bond that was as solid as a brick wall. When that action happens everything crumbles. This week that happened to me twice. Bonds that I thought were strong were discovered to be false. As each day goes by, I now question ever word and action that was ever said by those who broke their bonds with me. I’m a forgiver. I wasn’t always. Over the decades I’ve learned to forgive. Now mind you, I don’t forgive for the other persons sake. OH NO!!!! I forgive for my own. BUT I don’t
👑 🩸 Blood Queen 🩸 👑Is live and available on Amazon. Nook. Apple. Kobo. Smashwords.Get your copy today!! Amdris will do whatever it takes
Mara McClain is a young Irish immigrant looking to begin anew in Victorian-era San Francisco, after the California Gold Rush. She struggles for both love and independence, as a budding businesswoman in a male-dominated society. Set amid the fascinating backdrop of San Francisco’s Golden Age, Autumn Lady draws from an eclectic cast of characters, both historical and original. It’s an idiosyncratic journey through the highs and lows, ballrooms and back rooms, alleys and the promenades, and the enchantment and viciousness, of an American city on the brink of a new era. Autumn Lady is not just the story of Mara McClain, it is the story of both a woman and a city coming of age in one of America’s most exciting historical periods. In all honesty, historical romance is usually not my thing. This book was gifted to at an event and was quite surprised. Dapp created a world you’d gladly jump into. Emotions range the spectrum and you feel what the