I had an absolutely lovely weekend in San Francisco with
This is not the usual pathology of my Fear. I typically experience a short, sharp attack of anger, grief or depression, sometimes to the point of being physically overwhelemed, then, within about ten minutes or less, I’m fine. Sort of like flybys.
Instead it was in and around me, lapping at me, growing.
At this point I’m starting to resent the Fear precisely because it does feel relict. Hey, I’ve been living with this shit for a while. In some senses, I’ll be living with it for the rest of my life, no matter how this next few rouns goes. So, erm, can I please be excused?
But no. And yes, I know it would be far weirder if I wasn’t reacting. But Ghu, I’m tired of being this way, even intermittently.