I only live in cities where famous TV shows are set.
I didn’t know what was happening or why. I didn’t know how to explain it or if it was ‘real’. Was I making it up? Am I dying? Do I smell toast? Am I having a stroke? Why couldn’t I just get over it and not feel this way?
Crossing a bridge can be a terrible trigger for panic attacks. No metaphors here, a literal bridge…
My fourth of July was pretty good. And kind of weird. On this fifth of July I realize I miss my family and may even want one of my…