How much does guilt weigh?
I may, may, be on the path toward finding out.
For decades, the guilt for screwing up all my college experiences (yes, plural… I’ve screwed up a lot) has hung around my neck like a concrete albatross.
But now I’m working on finally laying the blame on my illness. On the panic. On the bone-chilling anxiety.
It’s a piecemeal process that’s only just beginning, but it’s already lightened the burden considerably.
Ask the stupid albatross. I just survive here.