• That Other Me

    That Other Me

    I don’t remember a time in my life before anxiety. I do remember having too many thoughts, too big an imagination, and too wide a gulf between my highs and lows. The anxiety in my teens was a separator – it separated me from the other kids. I could stand with them. I could joke with them. I could pretend to be one of them – one of the humans. But inside, my mind raged, and sometimes it went inexplicably dark, delving into an unfathomable melancholy. There was no way to understand any of this – no internet where I could Google answers. The school library offered nothing. The school…

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