I'm aware I've deviated somewhat from the tale I started off telling. Part of my problem is that there are a lot of places to go next - not unlike the Choose Your Own Adventure books that I used to love when I was about 9 - and as a lifelong dilettante I just can't… Continue reading Back to the story
Category: anxiety
A Poem
So many thoughts have been racing through my brain since this all started, it's hard to know how to put them all down. But just as there seems to be a waterfall of thoughts rushing too fast through my mind I am also suddenly so much more attuned to the things around me - the… Continue reading A Poem
The Beginning
Anxiety feels to me like a bag of eels, somewhere in the pit of my stomach. Twisting and rolling, it threatens to burst open and tumble the contents out of my mouth with the scream I can barely suppress. That was what it felt like as I stood outside my local hospital on a grey… Continue reading The Beginning
