A Story of Falling Through Anxiety The me that is and the me that used to be – these persons are so far apart, living separate lives, and telling completely different stories of what those lives are like. I used to live in a constricted, wrapped up tight place...
I sometimes have this sinking feeling when I’m busy doing something – anything, it could be jumping on a trampoline, riding a bike, shopping, doing an obstacle course, running through the woods, driving, ice skating, hanging out with friends – it’s not...
After all this time, I expected myself to be further along. I keep hoping that as I chill out, the tangles in my brain will become untwined, and I can start thinking clearly, living clearly. I find myself still caught up in myself. Wondering if maybe I’m doing this...
Why do I go out into the woods? I still cannot answer that. Every time I drive off down a dirt road my heart skips as I am somewhere I have not been. Somewhere I don’t know and the unknown welcomes me back. It’s not comfortable. I wouldn’t necessarily say I love it,...
In Here or Out There I’m in a cellar of what must be an old English manor, an old one lit by candles on the top of shelves. Shelves filled with jars. Jars filled with fluid. Fluid filled with a single floating speck. Some jars bigger and older and heavier than others....
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