This is going to sound like such a minor thing to most people here, but it's a small victory for me. Ever since Gary died, I've had a fairly severe phone phobia. Most days I cannot answer the phone or use the phone to make a call. I break out in a cold sweat, and get so nauseous I can barely breathe. It's been very frustrating, especially for hubby. But since most of the calls are work requests for him, and we have an answering machine, it hasn't been all that inconvenient, because it's better if those calls go to the machine anyway.

But tonight it rang, I knew the caller, and even though it was for hubby (he's out visiting neighbours), I suddenly decided to answer it, though it took me four rings to be able to do it. It was very uncomfortable, but I DID IT!

I'm SURE that it's a direct result of the encouragement and empowerment I've found through this thread.