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My head is spinning. Not metaphorically, but quit so literally spinning, like being piss drunk hanging onto a wall so I can stop, spinning, spinning. That overwhelming rush of confusion, stress, anxiety, terror consumes my thoughts and blinds my happiness. 786 more words
I found this draft post unposted earlier today. I wrote it just before I left home and didn’t put it on line.
Bielenberg, Christabel. The Past is Myself. 527 more words