elizabeth: red umbrellas being blown through a grey sky (panic)
[personal profile] elizabeth
Maybe the low hum of anxiety in the background is grief I have never processed. But the spiky bits, the lurch in the solar plexus, the flood of saliva in my mouth, the electric-white overwhelming sensation, that's fear and panic and cringing, that's anxiety.

It's better than it used to be. Is it asking too much, to want more than that? Sometimes "better" has to be good enough.

If I could make the background noise quieter, maybe I wouldn't flinch so hard at the prospect of distress. Maybe not. Can't know unless you try.

Date: 2017-10-30 11:23 pm (UTC)
celli: a woman and a man holding hands, captioned "i treasure" (Default)
From: [personal profile] celli
I feel this. *hugs*
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