#i banged my foot into a kitchen cabinet and i was yelling and limping for five whole ass minutes

[brightlotusmoon]

I admit, sometimes I just don't check my phone.

Usually when I'm not in the kitchen or bathroom, I've been writing my fiction and got pulled into my writerbrain and whoops it's five hours later, even with phone noises and alarms.

Several times a week I take walks around the neighborhood and sometimes I just don't take my phone. Sometimes I just want to walk silently around the block, because because having two dozen disabilities (including cerebral palsy, Fibromyalgia, autistic dyspraxia, hip pain, sciatic and sacroiliac pain, tendinitis, chondromalacia patella plus arthritis) means that my body wants to move and specifically walk despite being in constant agony, and this also means that I will do an ADHD hyperfocus on my environment and plus I do that autistic thing where I count all my steps, and I daydream in a lightly Maladaptive way even as my brain cleverly keeps tabs on my surroundings and foot placement because of the shaky palsy limp and the shorter lame left leg so I don't hurt myself, and sometimes that spastic ataxic hemiplegic leg knocks into my right leg and I trip over my feet but usually I catch myself, especially with my cane - unless the cane gets in the way, then it's just fuckin hilarious when I fall and crash.

(That happened last autumn, in the street near my bus stop, I cracked two ribs and bruised my arm with nerve damage and caused a traffic jam when three people ran to help me stand up and one person helped me start walking home; it took a week for me to reluctantly see the doctor. And a few months later, it happened around the corner from my townhouse on the pebbled sidewalk, where I tore up both knees, my left hand, and the side of my face, plus bruised I my left temple with bruising under my left eye along with my plastic glasses frame being broken, but that time I was carrying mail, not a cane, and I was not watching my foot placement, which is a vital thing that I need to do when I'm walking without a cane. If I don't have a cane my gait is like drunken shuffling or horse stomp. People have complained that I sound like a baby elephant because how could such a tiny person make so much noise when walk down stairs etc. Cerebral Palsy is weird. One spastic diplegic friend is more like a kangaroo rat with her hopping shuffle and another friend with spastic diplegia has a more gentle shuffle. I always made noise because I'm really short and until a few years ago I was very skinny and some of my tallest friends couldn't see me. And now I'm criticized for making noise. It's odd: my husband is six feet and due to his ninja style MMA training through his life he is cat-like and silent, and due to chronic back pains and slipped discs and spine injuries, he imagines balancing tea cups along his spine and he applies meditation techniques that Master Splinter would envy to soothe pain, heal his own wounds faster, and relieve muscle and nerve pain in ways that make me envious. He's teaching me. It's like a kind of magic as its own branch of physics, thus its own branch of biophysiology and neurophysiology Clarke's law applies since magic is a science, art, and craft).

I think my point is that almost all of my friends are online and can check my social media, which I update regularly, and I always mention when I have even a minor injury whether or not it's related to one of the two dozen plus medical conditions. Every epileptic seizure, every fall down bruise, every time I bang against a wall corner or cabinet, because I need time stamps and records since I now officially have Dysautochromia (and hey speaking of Dysautochromia, that Sci Fi show about the woman with Dysautochromia really needs to change "temporal dysplasia" to Temporal Agnosia or Time Agnosia, the layman term for Dysautochromia, because dysplasia is uhh totally not what they think it is LOL, I cannot take that show seriously) and I need to take notes on my own every day life since I no longer have an internal sense of time.

The other point is that if I don't return a call or text or email within a day it means that I've been busy and I'm still alive and despite the fact that I am not working out of the house it doesn't mean that I'm not busy. I've been writing. I've also been doing house chores poorly but I'm doing chords every day, it's how I am keeping track of time in a weird way.

My favorite franchise and biggest autistic special interest is launching its newest television iteration on Monday the 17th and I pasted a note on the wall with the date and time and channel because I know that no matter the fact that the Tumblr fandom will be yelling joyfully about it all day I will forget because ADHD plus Time Agnosia plus autistic memory glitches plus fibro fog will guarantee that I will forget and be on Cartoon Network or FFX like always, and I will need physical reminders to remember that Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles will air on Nickelodeon on Monday evening.

#tmnt 2018 #executive dysfunction #canon adhd #headcanon autistic #dysautochromia #time agnosia #hi i'm weird #welp #pass the salt #i am salty #sorry for the rant #i am married to a donnie and mikey type anyway #oops i am going to torment mikey again #my fanfic

[uhbright]

Dilaudid~Ch3;Back//Spencer Reid

Chapter 3/5

Tw; Drugs, Addiction, Overdose

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Quick Note: I’m writing this in school, at class, I’m so afraid people are watching my computer aha.

Word Count:~1.6k

Synopsis; After Prentiss’ apparent “death” (season 6/7), Reid turns back to Dilaudid in order to get away from the pain of losing a friend that was practically family. It sounds lame but I think it’s good :)

Garcia looked to the clock on the wall and then at the last empty chair around the circular table.

“Reid did say he would be here…?” Hotch joined Garcia’s gaze, signifying the fifteen mark after the team was called.

“Maybe he’s just running late?” Garcia hoped, but Derek shook his head.

“I don’t know guys, the kid didn’t seem too good when I checked on him earlier, maybe someone should stop by again…”

JJ sprang out of her chair to volunteer and Hotch nodded. “We’ll catch you up when you get back.”

She sped out of the room and into the parking garage.

Barely obeying the laws of the road, JJ made her way to Reid’s apartment building.

/I should’ve checked on him before./ She nagged at herself, /I should’ve made him answer the door, I should’ve talked to him./

JJ took a deep breath and knocked lightly on Reid’s door.

“Spence!” She spoke softly, “It’s JJ.”

After he didn’t answer she knocked louder, eventually banging on the door and shouting Spencer’s name, her throat beginning to grow horse.

She frantically dumped the contents of her purse out onto the floor in front of Reid’s door for the key he had given her after they had finally grown close enough.

She rummaged around in the pile of lipsticks, kids snacks and old receipts until she found it, and fumbled with it before inserting it into the keyhole. With trembling hands she turned the key and door knob and rushed into his apartment. Her eyes wildly searched his apartment but her legs felt frozen in place. At sight of the small glass vile perched on the kitchen counter with a syringe beside it, her heart dropped to the dark wooden floor below, and a ringing filled her head as she ran forward.

She fell to the floor beside the couch and the limp body of her best friend, strewn so helplessly across the worn down faux-leather of his sofa. She could feel the tears fall from her eyes with no hope of stopping as she scrambled with her cell phone, dialing 9-1-1 as quickly as she could. She stumbled over her words, barely aware of what she was saying, grasping the hand of her friend and feeling a faint pulse in his wrist. Once an ambulance had been dispatched she climbed on top of him and pumped his chest up and down, desperately trying to keep him there with her. His eyes fluttered but JJ couldn’t see anything behind them, as if he were off in another world.

A series of grueling minutes passed and a team of paramedics barged through the door. JJ took a step back, watching in disbelief as they lifted her best friend onto a stretcher and strapped an oxygen mask around his mouth, rushing him back through the doors.

She stood there. Minutes had passed, and she couldn’t believe the world around her was real. Blinking a few times, she fumbled again for her phone and hovered over the keypad. Who should she call? What should she doe? Was there anything she /could/ do?

She put her phone back into her pocket and walked to the door. With her hand on the brass knob, she looked around the apartment. It was a mess- she had never seen it like this before. How could she have been so distant from Reid when he needed her most? She had barely tried to get in touch with him after Emily…

JJ’s phone rang, breaking her daze.

“Hello?” She said softly, her voice seeming out of place.

“JJ? Are you okay? Hotch just got a call from the hospital… Oh my god.” Garcia’s voice cracked and there was shuffling in the background.

“JJ,” Hotch’s voice now, distant and cold, came from the other end of the phone. “The whole team is headed over to the hospital- do you need us to pick you up?”

JJ stood frozen for a minute, staring at the couch in front of her.

“JJ?” Hotch repeated.

“Oh,” She shook her head and turned the door knob. “No, that’s okay. I’ll meet you guys there.” She stepped into the hallway and looked down at the pile of her purse remnants.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…” JJ took a deep breath, “Yeah. See you guys soon.” She bent down to gather her things and slowly made her way to the staircase just outside of Reid’s door.

A rush of guilt flooded her and she gripped to the railing to the staircase as her legs weakened beneath her. Tears started streaming again and she gripped the staircase tighter.

Taking heaving breaths, she buried her head in her hands as she sat on the top stair.

/I have to get to the hospital,/ she told herself, but couldn’t get her legs to let her stand up.

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The team rushed through the doors and into the bright, bustling environment of the hospital. Hotch took long strides to the desk and quickly began talking to the receptionist as the rest of the team took seats in the waiting area.

All of their faces were stricken with worry. Garcia was holding back sobs, tears still streaming down her cheeks, Derek paced back and forth across the small holding area.

Hotch slowly began walking back to the group of agents. Penelope sprang out of her seat and opened her eyes wide at Hotch, waiting for news. Any news.

When Hotch stepped in closer, he took a deep breath. “He’s stable, but he’s sleeping.”

“Oh my god” Garcia sobbed and wrapped her hands around Derek. “When can we see him?”

“He needs to wake up first, then they want to give him a psych evaluation,” Hotch said quietly. Derek nodded in understanding and grabbed Garcia’s hands. Together, the two sat back down.

A few minutes later, JJ, face streaked with tears, rushed through the doors.

Derek stood and greeted her half way across the floor, telling her the news. JJs arms sprang around him and she felt the wait lift from her soldiers. He was okay.

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The periodic beep of the heart monitor slowly crept into Reid’s senses as he came to.

The lights were off, window shades drawn, leaving him only the dim light to decipher his surroundings. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out where he was though; a small bedside table beside him, white walls, flooring, blankets, and a tinge of disinfectant in the air.

A quiet knock on the door interrupted his thought, and an unfamiliar head popped through the door. A woman in a white coat, black hair tied back in a messy bun, walked in, clipboard in hand.

“Mind if I open these?” She smiled softly, walking over to the windows.

Reid nodded, unable to get words out- his throat was sore and dry.

“Great,” after letting a bit of soft early morning light sift through the blinds, the lady pulled a chair up beside the foot of Reid’s bed, facing him. “I’m Dr. Parvati, but please feel free to call me Marissa.” She smiled gently again and pulled a pen out of her jacket pocket. “So…” She looked down at her clipboard, “Spencer, mind if I ask you a few questions?”

Spencer shook his head and cleared his throat, “No, go ahead.”

She clicked her pen and set it to the top of the page on her clipboard, “Alright, you are a white male, 29, and work in the behavioral analysis unit for the FBI?”

“Yes, yeah.” Reid nodded and pushed himself up against the back of the bed.

“Do you or your family have any history with physical or mental illness?”

“Uh..” Reid started, “my mom has schizophrenia and early onset dementia…”

“Okay.” She scribbled some notes onto her paper. Reid rubbed his forehead. The light was starting to make his eyes ache.

“Tell me, how have your stress levels been, have you been satisfied with where you’re at in life right now?

Reid blinked a few times, hoping to lessen the ache, “It’s been alright, I’ve been okay. A friend of mine recently passed so that’s been… stressful.”

“I’m so sorry. What happened?” She continued to scratch down notes.

“She was stabbed, on- on the job.” Reid’s voice cracked and he shifted around in the bed a little more. “I’m- I’m sorry. Could I get some water?”

“Oh, of course.” She stood and crossed to the cabinets to grab a small paper cup, then into the bathroom branching off of the room. Reid looked at the clipboard on her chair and reached over to grab then frantically scanned it.

24 hour suicide watch ☑

Reid quickly set the clipboard back onto her chair as Dr. Parvati walked back into the room. She smiled and handed him the glass.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” He laughed, “I’m not- I mean I wasn’t trying to- to /kill/ myself, or anything.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Oh, oh no, of course not! We just have to run through all the possibilities when someone overdoses.”

“Well, I’m telling you right now, it was an accident.” His voice grew louder with each word.

“I just have to complete this form before we can release you, sir.” Dr. Parvati took a step back.

“Nothing needs to be complete, because I don’t need to be here!” He yelled and threw his cup across the room, hitting his doctor in the chest.

“I’m going to take a step out,” she said calmly, “we’ll finish this when you calm down.”

“When /I/ calm down? Me?” He shouted as she closed the door behind her.

Spencer took a few heaving breaths, realizing what he’d done. He buried his head in his hands. He had messed up, not just then, but the moment he pulled the vile out of his drawer. And now, it was too late to go back.

This has taken me so long to get out there, but I hope you enjoyed. 2 chapters left :)

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #criminal minds edit #dr reid #okay #reid #spencer #spencer reid ff #ff #aaron hotchner #hotch #jj #emily prentiss

[gabs2374-blog]

Zombie apocalypse

“Let’s go! We need to go,” my dad screamed. The sun was creeping into my room like a wildfire. I rubbed my eyes because I did not get a significant amount of sleep last night. I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it would come so soon. I suspect my dad just came home after a long night at work. He works at the local hospital as a lead doctor. My mother also works there, but she is pregnant so she is on her maternity leave. As I was looking around the room, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left eye. I put my hand up to my eye and discovered that it was bleeding. Then I just shrugged it off like nothing and continued looking around my room to see what to pack.

Starting with going to my overflowing drawers, I rummaged through piles of clothes to find the necessary items. Just then, my hand started to shake, so I held my hand steady to stop the shaking and took a deep breath. I stuffed a bunch of clothes into my bag hastily. Then I went to my untidy bed to grab a small blanket in case I get cold on the journey. After that, I had barely enough room for food.

   I burst into the hallway outside of my room. I sprinted down the stairs and tripped, causing me to fall down, down, down the stairs. It hurt but my adrenaline was keeping me going and made the pain in my foot subside. When I stood up I noticed my sister, Nymphadora was packing. My brother, James, was sitting on the ground in our small living room.

I walked to the kitchen, being careful not to trip again. I approached the cabinet to grab some of the chocolate energy bars that I loved so much. They were my favorite snack to eat at school.

Just then, I heard my brother James scream “Ginny, I put the fish in the box to take with us on the trip.” I ran over to him not caring about the sharp pain in my foot. I got to him and believe it or not he had all our fish in a brown Amazon box. Just then, my dad shouted, “We are running behind schedule.” I asked James if he had packed yet and he said “no.” I gave a big sigh and limped to his room not able to bear the pain of my foot.

To begin, I entered his room. Right after, I approached his neat drawers with folded clothes. Just then, my hand started to shake again. I held my hand steady to stop the shaking and took another deep breath. This has happened twice. I stuffed a bunch of clothes into the small bag.  Then I went to his untidy bed to grab a tiny blanket. After that, he had barely enough room for food.

After that, I threw some granola bars into his blue bag decorated with trains. He loves trains. After that, my dad screamed, “Go into the car; what are you waiting for?” I grabbed James’ bag and his hand, as we rushed out.  I almost forgot my bags and pivoted at the last minute to grab them, almost knocking James down.  Finally, we were ready to head out to our one car. It was a mini electric car. It SUCKED! It had two small seats in the front and an even tinier back row that could barely fit a mouse.

Nymphadora was lugging her luggage and rammed it into the trunk to put it in. Then, my mom came slowly to the car with my dad assisting her because she was 7 months pregnant. After we all got settled in,  James immediately fell asleep. We are lucky for that because he is really annoying. We were significantly behind schedule to get to the airport. We needed to get there because of the mass break out of zombies in our town. My dad was speeding down the highway.

We Live in LA County, but on the outskirts of the big city. Normally on a no traffic day which is really rare, we can get to the airport in about 1 hour and 30 minutes. I could not see the time in the car because it was blocked by a bag, so I took the opportunity for some thinking time. The speed limits on this highway are 60 miles per hour.  I know my dad is probably stressed about getting to the airport on time. Therefore, he is probably going 17 miles per hour more than the speed limit. So, I conclude that he is going 77 miles per hour. If we are only halfway there, then we won't make our flight on time. Then, I did the problem on a sheet of paper that I found on the floor in the car. I was right that we were not going to make it. I thought about bringing this up, but I decided not to. I am super smart. I am in 2nd grade and I am taking an AP high school class in math.

A couple of minutes later, we saw the first airplane taking off from the car, so I knew we were getting close. Then my eyelid started twitching.  I asked my dad what was going on with my eye because, after all, he was a doctor. He said in a monotone voice, “That is caused by immense stress.” After that, I shut myself up. Just then, James woke up which was not good. James can read people's minds, so I tried to shut my mind to him to protect him from all the worry.  Ultimately, I must not have done a good job shutting my mind because he asked, “What is wrong?”

I looked around frantically to find something to change the subject. My eyes landed on Nymphadora, who looked like she was in deep depression and defeated. Did she know something I didn't? I shook it off, I'm getting good at this ability to put worries in the back of my mind. I asked if Nymphadora can change her hair from pink to blue. She had a special talent for doing that and it does the trick to distract James. She can change her appearance to whatever she wants.

Just then, we rolled up to the airport. I saw the time and my stomach dropped. It was passed departure time for the plane.  So we walk as fast as possible with Mom into the airport that was crowded with a diverse group of people and rushed up to the United Airplane ticket counter.

My Dad asked, “Can we get on the next flight out of here?” She looked at us sympathetically and said, “No, we do not have room on the next flight and also the flight is departing in the next couple of minutes. That plane is taking the rest of us out of here. Unfortunately, that is the last flight that is leaving the country to get away from the zombies. I’m so sorry.”

Nymphadora burst into tears and James looked at her funny and said, “You’re the one that is supposed to be strong.” Her crying stopped immediately. Then, mom pulled us over to the setting area. I felt like there was nothing left to do but cry. Then, my mother whispers in my ear and said that we were going to sneak on to the plane. I had a burst of hope.

I ran to the other side of the airport. I did not care how much my foot hurt. I was going to make it on the plane no matter what anyone says. I was holding on to that one strand of hope that kept me going. They were done boarding.  We missed our last chance. I dropped on the floor all hope gone and I started crying hysterically.

My dad said, "There is no reason to cry, we will just go down the stairs." Just as I started, I noticed and read out loud a sign on the stairs that said, "Employees only and do not enter." Everyone ignored my statement. Then, Nymphadora said, “Where did James go?”

We started to sprint down the staircase and found that James was caught up with a security guard. Nymphadora ran to catch up with James and ask if she could lead the family on the plane, fibbing that they never boarded during the process. James ran away after a piece of paper blowing along the breezeway before we could board the plane.

The officer walked up to the check-in booth with our family and asked for our tickets. We all knew that we never had the tickets. So, James gave her the piece of paper that was laying on the ground. But before the security guard can read it my mother snatched the paper out of her hand and gave her the ticket form the last flight. She looked at us like we were mental and we ran back through the airport to get to our car and make a new plan.  

We piled into the small car defeated. There was no hope left. We drove miserably to the hospital that my parents worked at. Personally, I don’t understand why we would go to a hospital where there are dead bodies. I could tell Nymphadora was thinking the same thing. I did not want to mention this because my mom was crying, so I pushed the idea to the back of my head. But, aren’t zombies attracted to dead bodies. Then, I looked out the window and let the scenery suck me in.

It felt like days since we left the airport when we arrived at the hospital. We went to the front door. My dad typed in a code. I felt a stabbing pain in my knee and I collapsed. I did not know what was happening.

I woke up in my dad's arms. I asked what happened and he said a small toy plane hit my knee. Soon after that, I heard a scream and a “bang”. I looked out the window and saw a humongous mass of zombies banging on the door. Then my dad yelled.

I couldn’t believe it but I thought I saw the toy plane growing, so I called my sibling who came running. When the plane stopped growing, it was a perfect size! We threw our luggage in and hopped on. We had one problem. There were no keys but a fingerprint pad, or it looked like one.

Then, the zombies burst into the room and I put my finger on the pad. It did not do anything. I keep pressing it and it did nothing. By this time the zombies were on the plane. I pushed the button as hard as I could and the plane was up in the air and the zombies fell off.

A huge flood of relief consumed me. I took the first deep breath in for what felt like forever. I looked out the window and watched the sky change from gray to light blue. It looked as if the sky took a breath two.

The plane was huge and all 5 of us were in the beautiful glass cockpit. You could see every angle out of the plane. The controls were completely glass two. I can't believe I didn’t notice how pretty it was when we were in the hospital.

I walked into the back of the plane. It looked so beautiful, like an overly expensive private jet. It had big glass sides. Where the windows should have been there was a big and long glass strip so you could see outside anywhere you sat.

There were 6 leather seats next to the window and 5 rooms that were actually bedrooms. In the room, there was a king sized bed with white sheets. The room also had a big white vanity and a big glass window. This was all the same in the rest of the rooms.

The kitchen on the plane was so cool. Like the cockpit, it was all glass. The refrigerator was glass so you could see all the food inside. The counter was so detailed but it was still glass. It looked good but I couldn’t picture it in a real house.  Even so, I loved it!

I sat in one of the very comfy white leather seas. It looked like it was just made. So I smelled it. I know it is weird, but I do that all the time. Don't judge! It smelt like new handcrafted leather. Then I saw something even cooler, “OOHA,” I exclaimed and ran over to it. But collapsed in the middle of my exciting run to the chase lounge. I totally forgot the pain in my foot, that was even stronger now thanks to all the stress.

Even so, I stood up and walked the rest of the way over to it and laid down. It was so comfy, just like everything else in this plane. I let the cushion seep me in, almost falling asleep, but then I remembered how much I left behind and had to worry about.

The first thing I thought of was my best friend. I did not have a lot of friends because I went to high school for half of my school day, then back to 2nd grade for the rest of the day. I was also not very good at making friends, so that did not help my case.

My one friend is named Autumn. She is the best, she can do tricks and all sorts of things. P.S. My best friend is a horse. She has my heart and soul. She is a Morgan, which is a breed of horse. The best thing about our connection is that I can talk to her.

I can speak to animals, which is not a very useful talent like James, who can read people's minds! Why can't I have a talent like that? Or like my sister, who can change her appearance to anything!! Why do I have a lame skill like speaking to animals?

But I am glad for it sometimes because I have a real connection with Autumn. She seems to understand me in some weird way. I am an Eventer.  No, it does not mean that I invent things. An eventor in the equestrian word means you do three different styles of riding.

One is show jumping, which is in an arena and has rails instead of solid jumps. The second one is cross country, which is in a big field and the jumps are solid so if your horse hits them with their front feet you are doomed. The third still is dressage that is basically like you are doing a dance with a person that you cannot communicate with. But in my case, I am lucky because I can. After that, I let the scenery take me the rest of the way to our destination.

When we landed, I was excited to see we were on an island.  The first thing that attracted my eye was a beautiful glass barn with black design. But then I realized that is not exactly what caught my eye. It was Autumn and she looked all groomed and sleek. Her usually messy dirty blond main was flat and pretty.

I ran to her and hugged her neck. She looked shocked too. I was happy and started to tack her up.  I walked to the conveniently located mounting block, next to the stall.  I hopped on and we rode to the beautiful show jumping arena.

We played around a bit with some jumps, which took my mind off everything for the time being. Next, I rode her over to the cross country field and had some fun there too. After that, I had enough excitement for the day. I put her back in her stall for the evening.

There was a house on the island also, which was absolutely stunning. I went inside with my luggage from the plane that was on a landing pad. I unpacked in the room that I thought was mine. It had a big white and black desk for school stuff and a bed with white sheets. There were horses pictures all over the walls.

3 months later

Well, let's start with the basics if you did not figure it out already. We landed on a 21 acre deserted island that happened to have all our needs built in.  And by then, we had a one-month-old baby crawling around causing chaos. The baby was so cute but he had a lot of tantrums.  We named him Carter, but we call him Chaos for short.

The island was beautiful, but we were alone. No other people came to this island ever. That was pretty sad news,  but the food here was great so that kind of evened it out. I went down to eat breakfast.  Today breakfast was pretty plain, but we all sat down as a family, which was rare and really cool.

I went to go ride Autumn. Today was dressage. Personally, I don’t love dressage, but it is good for us to take a break from jumping.  I told her with my mind that we were doing dressage today. She gave a sigh and looked at me hopelessly.  She felt the same way!

We ran over to the ring. We literally ran at top speed because she was so angry at me so, she tried to run away with me on her. She did not get that far though because I lead her into a cave that I did not know that existed before.

We ran in with the echoes of her hooves pounding on the dirt floor. She started to freak out. Next, she started backing up out of the cave. I tried to calm her down with my mind, but she just started going crazier.

I hopped off her really quick. I looked her straight into the eyes and realized that she was completely terrified.  I walked her out of the cave and she ran. I tried to run after her but that did not work, so I went home and waited for her knowing that she would come. Luckily, she came back a couple hours later.  Unfortunately, she was all sweaty and gross.  I gave her a bath and she was happy.  

I felt like the past 3 months were crazy.  I learned that even though life can throw you curveballs, there can be a silver lining at the end of it all as long as you stick with it and never give up!