Chronic Nausea

He was a Christian, a good old gasoline boy. He jostled over to me, swaggering and telling of what layer of Hell I could end up in.

This Is What My Anxiety Did To Me Once You Left

That I loved myself enough to leave you, the  you that balled hands into fists and abandoned me often when I needed you the most, I will always be proud that I left you. But the fact that I had taken four years to recognise the real you, the part of you that knew the exact and insidious way to use my trauma  against me still makes me so angry at myself.