I need to keep writing.

I need to keep writing because I just read a post from a year ago that perfectly described, and eerily anticipated, how I am feeling now, a year later. Only I wasn’t talking about me, I was talking about others. And yet here I am 365 days later needing those words I so preciously gave…

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The Lies Anxiety Told Me and the Truths I Believed

My anxiety is a foe. I thought it was a friend. When we first met I didn’t even know its real name, Anxiety. I called it by what it wanted me to know: Protection. It had other endearing nicknames like, Responsible, Thoughtful, Precise, Reflective, Careful. It was years later I learned of its sneaky cousin,…

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