My latest post is up – and I urge you to read this personal essay if you have any experience at all of anxiety, or friends or relatives who have. It’s an almost inexplicable drowning tide of a feeling, here related in beautiful, and painful language.
Just a tiny snippet from the body of the essay itself to let you know what awaits:
I think that was the year I began licking my hands. I could feel the germs on them, if i touched a display rack at walmart or the chain link fence on the playground at school. First it was tetanus, then it was AIDS, poison mushrooms, hepatitis, e. coli, and salmonella.
The world was a surface each day I had to get through.