Outside of vague poetry I’ve ignored the stroke. I want to pretend it never happened as if, maybe, that will undo the brain damage and emotional trauma that comes with going toe-to-toe with Death. I’ve spent a lot of years flirting with Her and I guess Death finally decided to flirt back.
my wrists ache and my doctor says it’s from typing too much but i think it’s because of all the stories i’ve left untold. my carpals are swollen and burning with narrative that i’m too frightened to let loose from my central nervous system to my peripheral nervous system so i do repetitive, stressful things instead like reading others’ arguments on twitter and wondering why i can’t manage to start conversations with my best friends. a brace will treat the cause, sure, but not the symptom.
“This Is Your Brain On Anxiety” frozen like a rabbit under the shadow of a hawk I’m paralyzed at my desk what did she mean by ‘incident’? why can’t I email [REDACTED]? am I about to be demoted? am I about to be fired? okay okay okay just breathebreathebreathe no, b r e a t […]