There’s a monster laying dormant in my chest. Sometimes, I forget he’s there. But when he wakes he thrashes and shakes against my lungs and grips my ribs between big black claws. I try and appease him with pretty orange pills but the monster is always hungry.
I had a nightmare last night; I dreamed I was getting married to my (ex) boyfriend at a large, but humble church wedding in front of dozens of guests, including an old flame from college whom I credit with bringing out my anxiety and agoraphobia full-force. I was over the moon that it was finally… Read More Nightmare Anatomy