The Stream Flows…

These days it feels my only forward momentum is a product of the constant thundering of my heart in my chest, the rhythmic pounding setting the pace for my life.  My anxiety regarding even the most mundane of tasks is increasingly difficult to deal with, and the medication I’m currently taking does not seem to assist.

Motivation that was once sufficient is no longer as such… I tremble uncontrollably, often without obvious cause.  My days are a constant ballet, dancing around the thoughts that hurt most.

Juilliard here I come.

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