A Rogue Emotion
Prose about Anxiety
A rogue emotion is holding me hostage. It has, for the better part of this life. I am the maestro and I tote a thin line between falling apart and appearing normal constantly. I didn’t always appear this graceful — expectations will still take me out at the knees if I am not careful.
He’s just starting to understand and it's painful to watch. I can barely look at my own…