Well where to begin. I guess at the beginning. I have strugglede with many things in my life. I can honestly say never drugs or alcohol, but sometimes i think they would be easier to deal with. i have been diagnosed with clinical depression, PTSD, manic depressant, bipolar and ocd.  I used to think i was just sad and lonely. i also thought maybe it was from the nasty marriage i had and the lovely sexual abuse from my brother when i was younger. Then i realized somewhere out of the blue t... Read More

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By Andy Alt

The following article is meant for entertainment -- not informational -- purposes. It is not meant to be taken seriously.

May 03, 2006 – If you suffer from social anxiety, then you are among the millions who have been told by your doctor that you’re abnormal and need medication. If you prefer alternative treatment, then this article is recommended reading. If you get bored and fall asleep by the second paragraph, then it will just be light reading.

Avoida... Read More

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I'm not a writer.  In fact, I have writing phobia.  Blogs are hard for me.  I say the movie "Julie and Julia" and that got me motivated to blog.  I started a Phobic Physicist blog on blogspot and just have not kept it up.

So this is a new blog and instead of calling it "Phobic Physicist" I call it "Fun Physicist."  Indeed, I am a physics professor and I'm good at it.  Student evaluations are consistently high and retention hovers around 90% where average in... Read More

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This is a little tune that just kind of floated into mind, I'm going to dedicate it to another poet on this site who wrote a very touching peom for myself and others like me. Thank you, you know who you are.

Salt in my wounds,

but there's candy in the air.

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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass ... it's about learning to dance in the rain.
The storms, I have waited for more than my fair share to pass. When younger, I fought them. I am now older and wiser.
I would wake to another day of despair. Another day of wondering how I got here and how I would get out. I woke thinking of the boy who broke my heart. The young woman that strengthens me. The little one who keeps my heart beating. The man who has loved me unconditionally and the... Read More

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