Relapse

I’m sitting naked on the cool bathroom floor, watching the steam roll off my reddened skin, hoping that the guilt I feel in my stomach goes away and not make me rest my arms on the lavatory seat like the night before. I let myself slip again – I saw it coming; all the sleepless [...]

Open Letter to You, the Anxious Ones

It feels like you're running out of time, or rather the fear of time running out. It wants time itself to stop, not in the example of death, but for it to freeze. So even just for a moment, you had the power to control everything. Anxiety has this deep need of self-centrism; for you [...]