I can tell you better on paper. Ask me anything. I'll tell you all about it. There is just one thing that I ask... please don't ask my face. I can tell you everything. The things you knew and the things you didn't. The things I knew and the things I didn't. Sometimes, what I write is fairly simple. Other times, it's a long message that requires paragraphs... research... a deep dive into myself. I can tell you anything. On a sheet of paper. Lined. Dotted. Blank. In a sketch. On a napkin. A sticky note. A message board. Anything. Everything. Just not face to face. Face to camera. Face to reality.
January 26, 2019
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Last night I cried for the first time this semester, and it will not be my last. I have social anxiety. Anxiety is not always fear but is the breath I breathe. Poison in my lungs... veins... and brain. Anxiety is not a decision or a switch. It is a fountain, perhaps even a river, that overflows when it rains. Can you control when it rains? You can run for cover. I do, when I can. If only I didn't love the rain as immensely as I do.
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