anxiety

anxiety...it's in my head, in the rhythm of my breath, and I can feel it like a fist in the pit of my stomach.

i think i can avoid it, but it follows me around like a dependable pet. so, i look at it now like it is a cartoon chicken. i can't seem to completely rid myself of it, even with a pill - so why not look at anxiety with a sense of humor! some of my most brilliant comedic episodes happen when my chicken is bossing me around!

i don't appreciate the humor when it is happening, but the sensational after version i record in my journal gives me a chuckle or two.