Here I Am Again, Freaking Out!
Let stress make you a superhero, not a basketcase
Here I am again. My heart is racing. I’m more fried than a forgotten egg on a Teflon pan set on nuclear heat. All I want to do is self-medicate through thrift shopping and peanut butter cups. I’d start smoking and drinking again, but then I’d have to tell my therapist and she’s so…