Anxiety Is Never Silly Or Dramatic; It’s A Disease

Like so many others who have sailed those dark seas, I was actually ashamed of it. Hopeless, but not helpless, as I so fiercely believed.  Overwhelming, internal agony. The cleanest dirty little secret I’ve ever kept.

Sometimes I Worry

That the beautiful words we’ve embroidered into each other’s hearts will fray, that we’ll render them meaningless, like the air between us was never heavy with longing for that next perfect sentence.