This is an essay by a friend which struck me in a way I can’t quite explain. The extreme mindfulness spoken of here feels very much like the painful, self-imposed revelations I’m undergoing in counselling. I think I’d rather be a robot…
Autofiction: Anxiety Games
What Is Anxiety To Me? This is my Friday: I’ve had a nice day. Nothing outrageously awesome – just nice. I’ve scored a day off
