Anxiety and Dreams

“My anxiety ate my dreams.” A simple tweet. Spotted a tiny bit of the way down my news feed. But I didn’t favorite it, or retweet it. Because it didn’t happen to me, at least not permanently. Sure, I lived in fear for a number of years, writing off and on. And I lived...

No More Birthdays

My friend, who I went to high school with, did not have a birthday today. He should have. He should have been 45, the same age I will be in a few short weeks. He didn’t die from a drug overdose, or suicide, or anything that was his fault. He was a Marine, an avid rock...