57: Anxiety Disorder is a Thing

In truth, I have an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has been killing me for 123 days. Chest pains, sleeplessness, nightmares, and fear constantly hound me. The trolling certainly hasn’t helped.

I hate admitting it is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.

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57: Anxiety Disorder is a Thing

In truth, I have an anxiety disorder. Anxiety has been killing me for 123 days. Chest pains, sleeplessness, nightmares, and fear constantly hound me. The trolling certainly hasn’t helped.

I hate admitting it is an issue. “Anxiety is for women. Real men don’t get anxious,” my Pride tells me.

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54: A Fool’s Tale: Betrayal

Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent. The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d; Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.

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53: A Writer Writes

I care until I don’t. I never pretended about my passion or commitment to C before. Right now, as I have always been, I’m still committed to her. Do not presume to tell me I’m doing it wrong.

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50: Queen of My Heart

What would it say about me if I could pretend it didn’t matter to me? What would it say if I just walked away from her and hated her back. I’ve earned her hate.

I know what I did.

No.

I’ll take all the slings and arrows.

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