Yesterday was an ugly reminder of me.

The me who will never be able to hold an ordinary job. ‘Emergency’ situations arose Thursday at one of my two sports writing jobs, requiring me to pull triple duty with no lead-time.

It got done.

But it was ugly.

Not the work, thankfully. Just me.

Anxiety and Panic sunk their teeth into me and shook.

Spittle from my mental illness was everywhere, on everything.

While I may make light of being a nut or a loon, there is nothing to smile about when I’m like that.

Nothing.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe