“Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It’s very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself It sucks the air our of your lungs and scrambles the world.”
My toenail has blackened, and I have to pull to get it off. You’d feel it, so you would; it’s painful enough. I douse my foot in water, and I leave the nail by the side of the road, and on we go.
“What did you do?” she hissed.
“Me?”
“Don’t be a dick,” she said.
“That ship has sailed. Hang on. We can’t fight yet. Where’s my hug?”
