Anxiety is terrible. It is a feeling that turns you inward on yourself and robs you of joy. You live in fear every moment. You awaken each morning a Giles Corey with a stone upon your chest.

You want to curl into a ball and remove any demand on your senses. It isn't poetic language, but it sucks.

Just posted a new note on Substack. Check it out if you are so inclined. open.substack.com/pub/caltermo...

I love the Olympics. Summer, Winter, it don't matter. Watching curling now. No idea what is going on but it is riveting.

I have no reason to believe anyone will read this, but I launched a Substack. Check it out for stories from a big city Appalachian boy. open.substack.com/pub/caltermo...