Inside an Anxious Mind
I am lying in bed with my arm pressed against my ear when I hear my pulse strumming like a finger on a stretched out rubber band. Da dum, da dum. Da dum, da dum. Da dum, da dum.
I stopped caring about this body when it started shaking like it wanted me to split in half.
There are days when I am able to speak. I tell the barista I want a white chocolate mocha. I…