I’m familiar with all kinds of worry.
Glacial Erosion: the decades-long, wearing-down kind of fear that reshapes your world.
The Prickles: an extreme wariness of your surroundings that keeps the hairs on the back of your neck raised at all times (i.e. you are startle constantly and people yearn to sedate you).
The Poker: a sudden terror that you’ve forgotten how to do a Life-Essential, such as breathe, walk, swallow, oh you get the stupid picture.
Anyhow, I was impaled on the Swallow Poker yesterday.
It sucked.
Just thought I’d share.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
