I guess it’s seasonally appropriate—it’s the dark time of year, and once again my mood is dark. There’s a gathering undertow pulling me down, until I’m drowning in the fear of drowning. There’s the kind of anxiety that makes staying still an agony and every activity terrifying. Creativity is absent. These words are hard to write.
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Thank you Meredith. It's been a process, but I am in a much better place now, and working on understanding and continuing to have -
This really resonated with me, I feel like I could've written it myself. I'm in a very similar place and I take comfort in knowing -
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Thanks so much Ted--I will definitely check out your blog entry--it's obviously been a right of passage for both of us.
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What an amazing teacher you are, Archer! In the very act of expressing your angst, you give the best step-by-step advice in copin
