This is my life the past year. It’s been worse the past month. We know where we have to move to, but we only found out last month.
We know where we have to move to, but we don’t have a home there yet.
So, every conversation could be goodbye. Every hug may be the last. It’s all shades of uncertainty…
No you’re not, and you’ll probably never be.
Not because there are millions going through something similar, but because after reading this, I know I’ve been through something similar.
I know I’ve coped when I shouldn’t have.
I felt like saying “Amen” right here.
I’ve never been able to give a name to mine, but I know I deal with anxiety about my writing and about almost everything.
What you say here rings true in the way that one knows gravity exists but can’t explain it.
Thank you for writing it!