Each first reopens the wound. It might be picking at the edges of the scab; just enough to satisfy the itch and prickle the nerves, or it to rip it right off entirely exposing the raw new flesh encircling the deep gaping hole in the middle.
What is your biggest fear? There’s an interesting question for someone who struggles with anxiety. My mind immediately jumps to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s first inaugural address: “…let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts…“ It turns out,…
Well, hello Drama… So yesterday I posted this Esquire article “PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN’S FINAL SECRET” on my personal Facebook page. Several of my friends picked it up and shared as well, including a friend who tagged me in her post. Meaning I got notified about comments being made. The first comment she got on the article was,…
Mother of Serendipity 