let’s talk about anxiety, shallwe? Generally speaking, when I tell people I have anxiety issues, I get a Very Serious WTF??!!?? look.
‘Lemme ’splain:
I have a very incredibly active imagination. This is a beautiful thing: it helps me write stories; when I dream, they’re technicolor masterpieces. My fantasy life is rich with detail.
This is an awful thing: when I jerk awake at 3AM with a throbbing leg, the FIRST thing I think of is that a blood clot is screaming its way to my lungs, and I freak. In reality, I was sleeping in an odd position and pinched the nerve – my whole leg went numb.
I want to write more on this, but after the last two days I REALLY need to try to get some sleep.
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