[don_loemax]

I can smell that fear enough to frustrate my appetite for self-satisfaction and I am 28. Your mention of self-imposed limits makes me think more clearly about where that anxiety comes from and remember the roller coaster click-clack excitement of my pre-illness-self. I work so much harder for other people than myself, and trick myself into thinking it is all for my own benefit. I wish I did not care what other people think.