Doors.

Last night, alone in the house, I heard a door open upstairs. I began cowering in fear, wondering what to do, then I got a hold of myself. I reasoned that it was unlikely that someone would be in the house, and that one of the cats must have done it. (Cats rarely open doors, of course.) I marched upstairs and found... that Dora had left her door open partway, and Little Jack (cat) had opened it wider. He doesn't like doors to be shut.

I am so proud of myself. I was scared, but realized that my fear wasn't based in reality and did what I needed to do. A few months ago, I would have been paralyzed with fear, tried to distract myself, then slept on the couch, with all of the lights on, phone in my hand.

This change seems to be related to one of my medications. I've had a lot less fear since I started the antipsychotic. I guess that makes sense- most of my fear is not based in reality.

Of course, I'm really boring and lacking in creativity now, but whatev.