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Ode to Your Anxiety

Anxiety gets a bad rap most of the time, when really, just think how giving it is and all that it does for you! Your

“I think I’ve seen you before.” She whispers to the reflection in the mirror. She turns away to dry her hands, pushing the thought from

When I talk to someone about my depression, OCD, PTSD, grief or anxiety (yes, I am a hot mess of epic proportions) and how I

The paddle in my hands moves my craft where I need want it to be. I am adept as I weave with against the current

I slid into bed next to her. Taking the book that she was reading from her hands, I let my head rest on her chest.“Tell me

Today would have been your 24th birthday. The last birthday of yours that you were here for, you turned 16. I wonder if there will