District 9 has a real opportunity to make a blue wave in the sea of red.

It is horrible. I worked in Neurology for several years and thought I knew what it was like. The clinical side did not prepare me for the reality of it all. Sleepless nights, anxiety filled days full of tears crying to go "home." I learned that love and grace were needed more than anything.

How lovely. My mother and I sang to one another as our last form of communication toward the end of her fight with Alzheimers. Unforgotten hymns carried her home.

I am looking forward to a 20-mile hike I planned with a friend. Anxiety tried to kill the thrill, but I laid her to rest with some research and clarity. Goodbye, anxiety; hello, adventure.