• Contemporaneous: A Living Novel

    Contemporaneous: Chapter 58

    58. I wake to bleary sunlight, a clogged head, and a dry mouth. And, for several moments, I’m just nothing – an empty body, a blank memory, an unformed mind. I used to experience these instances – as well as fleeting terror – when I first battled anxiety, this fear that perhaps I’d lose myself to oblivion, and never find my way back. But then everything snaps back: the cluttered, manic thoughts; the doubt, insecurity, and self-loathing about where I am in the world; the tiredness that aches in every muscle, and the cramping in my back; the heaviness in my eyelids, like I still can’t drag myself entirely from…