Why I Still Itch With COVID Anxiety

We are about to enter year three of the pandemic and the end still feels far away

Yup — about the sum of it all. Photo by The Digital Artist. Pixabay.

I’m driving downtown when it crashes into me. My throat closes and I can feel the flaming red patches breaking out on my cheeks. A wave of anxiety pulls me under and I move to the side of the road to keep from drowning.




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Sarah Paris

Sarah Paris

Author of Signs My Toddler Has a Drinking Problem (humor collection).Freelance writer of all things. Fiction is my heartbeat. Believer. Adventurer. Semi- funny.

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