Having a bad panic attack at work.
I am overly emotional about specific things, and those emotions rise up qvick and overwhelm me. My schizophrenia makes this complicated.
A coworker was talking about water damage in their building, specifically mold that's being tested for there, and how it's dangerous enough that they may need to dispose of literally everything.
... and my apartment flooded two weeks ago... and there is a small patch of mold on the wall that I've been keeping clean...
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... and there are parts of the walls I can't see or get to... and I don't know what they look like inside... or the floors...
... and I'm having a panic attack over the possibility of needing to throw out stuffed animals that I've had since I was a child... and I'm literally tearing up over those words as I type this, because I'm an unstable mess over specific things like this.
@JulieSqveakaroo Psst. Don't worry, hun. My kids have had Plush Rot before. There are things that can be done. I mean, you've got the entire fandom's experience—a little mold, even the really nasty kind, HAS to be a solved problem. You just need to find the right kind of plush rehab expert. If it does come to that, let me know and I'm happy to help you ask around! But I know what an upset that can be—I couldn't take my menagerie with me during Barry, and honestly... that was TOUGH. *HUG*
