Mould, mildew, and anxiety.

I’m not sure that combining an anxious nature with a creative imagination is a good idea. I think I’d do better at managing my anxiety if my brain couldn’t create elaborate, albeit improbable, scenarios. It’s a nice thought. I like it. It’s probably not true: I had three panic attacks yesterday without much in the …

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Off the cuff.

Another night of weak sleep. It's a combination of things: guilt at snapping at my parents, distress over my daughter's problems, personal grief, pain and misery. On the bright side, my hips are fine. As in, they're still screwed but no worse than last year. Why then, the pain, the swelling, the vomiting? Referrals are …

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