Search
  • Jimbo

The Echos of Suffering

When you push a book out into the internet, it takes on a life of its own. A couple of days ago I got a message via the book Facebook page. The language was a bit jumbled, clearly someone who was working hard to communicate in English. With a little checking, I figured out the person (I never did figure out gender) was from Pakistan working in Saudi Arabia. They were suffering from panic attacks. They said that their heart was beating very fast. Somehow they had found my book and asked how to get it.


I have avoided the temptation to play therapist on the internet. That would not be right. I told them how to get the book and suggested that books on ACT might be helpful. Mostly, I tried to validate that by reaching out and asking questions they had taken an important first step to finding their own cure. They thanked me and disappeared. I will never know if our little chat helped. I do hope that they discovered that for a few minutes someone understood and cared.

Recent Posts

See All

Need Some New Fiction?

I just posted a story about love, lust and obsession in the age of the cell phone. Enjoy.

Memo to Myself

She has eyes the color of hoarfrost. White skin, not albino, but damn close. I had decided that for my sanity to stop writing about her. My shrink said it would help. He was wrong. I looked forward to

Added New Fiction Today

Time for a fresh adventure. For the last few months, I have been writing short stories. It is a writing form I have always loved and even tried my hand at long ago. In the past couple of months, I hav