My Imaginary Friend
Aug20

My Imaginary Friend

It affects my relationships to the point I’m unable to hear what you’re saying, let alone comprehend it.  It takes the enjoyment out of moments, and I’m less observant of my environment.  It’s like a leech sucking the blood, little by little, and dehydrating my happiness.  It takes my energy, my focus and my ability to pursue the good in things.  It consumes my every thought, and drains me emotionally.  It kills me. It’s called Worry,...

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