It comes at night. Almost always, it comes at night. It begins with just a whisper of urgency, a small note of concern. It travels the currents in my brain, hitching a ride with firing neurons, grabbing the wheel of logical thinking and veering sharply off course. Anxiety wrecks my nights. These episodes began right…
shame
my pockets are filled with poverty.
I’ve been thinking about her all day. She was hovering outside of my van before I could even get the door open, though I didn’t see her until I had one foot on the ground. “Can you help me get my medication?” The words came out in a rush, as if she’d been waiting for…