"He thought that he would lie down and think about nothing. Sometimes he could do this. Sometimes he could think about the stars without wondering about them and the ocean without problems and the sunrise without what it would bing."
- Islands In The Stream, by Hemingway
I'm feeling anxious lately.
My heart hurts and I see purple specks and my heartbeat gets fast and I have to sit down and breathe deeply and sometimes I can sleep and sometimes I can't, like right now.
Therapy tomorrow, after class.
Medication Tuesday, hopefully.
I'm working on the other things, hopefully.
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