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I have anxiety. Had it for ages. No, putting myself out there will not solve it.

I decided to give in to instincts for understanding triggers, symptoms and after effects. One such instinct led me to today. This time, I am typing out my report for my review.

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My Mind in its Abstract Splendour

[Amusing myself and my anxiety] Post #1 – Spelling and Grammer

I have anxiety. Had it for ages. No, putting myself out there will not solve it. I decided to give in to instincts for understanding trigger

Yes.

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A period of mental standstill between one ponderous spark and another is an excruciating time, where your head is muddled and foggy but give in to it.

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This explains everything

Berens: hey did you get my notes on the Dean and Cas sex scene?

Dabb:

Dabb: what?

Berens: yeah I said I wanted Dean to get nailed

Dabb:

Dabb: to get nailed

Berens:

Berens: yeah. nailed

Dabb: nailed

Berens: ....nailed

Dabb: .............nailed

Berens, choked up: ......nailed

Man whoa. Like... Whoa. I'm speechless

I thought this was angsty at first... BUT THANK YOU!!!

Day 30 - Kansas

It takes him 3 days to get there - 3 days of driving and barely any stops for food. He doesn’t exactly know why he’s going up there - maybe to see it, maybe to talk, maybe to just sit. But either way, it takes him 3 days. 

He gets there when it’s dark and he has to stop the Impala and sit for a very long minute - which turns into 3, and then 4, and then 5. And then he’s rushing to get out of the confines of the car and the door is slamming shut behind him. 

The air is cold when he steps out, and his hair gets swept from his face - he really needed to cut it again. He shoves his hands into his jacket and he pushes himself further down into it to block out the cold. He stands still for another moment before he takes a deep breath, the cold burning his lungs, and he starts forward. 

It takes him exactly 123 steps to find the grave. It takes him 23 seconds to kneel down and settle his hand on the granite name of Mary Winchester. He let out a shuddering breath at the feel of it, and he bowed his head slightly. 

He could do this. He could say it - even if it wasn’t really her, it wasn’t like he could go up to heaven and tell her. He braces himself, letting himself take a moment. 

“Mom-” he starts, before he cuts off, emotions flooding through and causing his throat to feel thick. He swallows thickly before he begins again. “Mom…I…I thought you should know something.”

It takes him another moment to pull his hand away from the stone, dropping it to his side. He stands again after a moment and takes a deep breath, one of his fingers moving to twist the ring on his hand. 

“I’m engaged,” he says, his breath coming out in a rough breath, and he says it more to the stars in the sky than to the grave. He feels a low weight lifted off of him, and he feels himself relax. “Yeah…I’m engaged,” he repeats, bowing his head, his eyes finding the ring quickly. 

“Cas asked me about a month ago and I….I needed to tell you,” he whispers, his chest constricting. He needed to tell her - it was this way or no way, and he would take this way. He stood for a moment longer before nodding and turning on his heel, marching back to the car. 

It would take 3 days to get back to where Sam and Cas were now, but he would get there. And when he did, he’d have Cas to hold him as he told what he did, to rock him as he told how it hurt, to do everything he could to make Dean forget. 

He had Cas. He was engaged to Cas. It was fine. Everything was fine. 

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