We are all fragile in some places.

I get that.

But does my freaking fragility have to keep playing hide-and-seek?

I mean, I’m going along handling this and that crap with a steel jaw and iron constitution (do not laugh; even I of anxiety-fame can be gristly), when…

WHAM!

I’m laid low by a stranger’s poorly chosen word.

We’re talking flat on my back, with visions of psych wards spinning over my head.

Bottom line: I am stupid and fragile and, apparently, suck at hide-and-seek.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe