The Days I Hate

The rain falls heavy outside and seeps through the roof into my haven,  the dripping reminding me that what I try to keep out is always coming for me. The dark grey matches my mood as the whisperings of anxiety hurl their accusations into my ear. My face burns and my heart breaks at the realization that these days always seem to find me.

One foot in front of the other seems like trudging through quicksand. Each movement of attempted escape only feels like a weight pulling me under.

The fear, the old fear, raises its serpent head and lunges at me, and though it misses I wonder for just how long. Continue reading “The Days I Hate”