Yes, I'm having a big flare-up, and yes, I hate to admit it! In the night, in that might-be-awake-might-be-lucid-dreaming time, with awareness of pain, I formed the question for this post, and I think at that point committed to actually making this post. I recongise these pains, these symptoms. They are TMS. I am aware of the stress and fear floating around right now (in the world, in my community), and this morning, I uncovered the link to the past, the times when I felt these things before: fear of poverty, fear of being alone, and the feeling of missing out on (not being good enough for) real friendships and connections. And there is conflict, because I treasure time alone and I am enjoying time in my garden and time to cook good food, and the fact that I am the only one living in my house right now. So, what part of my personality resists asking for help or support? Resists admitting to pain, and relapse and flare-up? Why am I reluctant to ask for help and support, when every time I come to this forum, I see nothing but beautiful examples of help and support? Could I have some help and support, please? Thank you.