Three-hundred days of incubation.
Words were spoken, with no translation.
Mental experimentation.
Nights of manifestations.
Sanity kept with journal notations.
The world is silent, with no explanation.
Tag: anxiety
Grilled Cheese
It’s another day; my brain is pressed and melted. Someone asked me why I was the perfect person for a job I didn’t want; my response left a greasy after taste. I’m feeling dizzy from all the hoops and hurdles. I want to lie down and get high.
Fifth Dimension
In 2018, I entered my fifth decade. It was an uncertain time; my struggles professionally got the best of me because of my career goals. I trusted more than I questioned. By early May 2018, anxiety and betrayal got the best of me, so; I walked away from my employer for mental recovery. It was a strange time, and I questioned my value in the world.
In 2019, I hoped things would improve. I took on a role with a company that looked promising, but it cranked my anxiety to critical mass. The months following proved disastrous due to lousy employment choices. Things looked promising as I went to work for someone I knew from a previous contract.
In 2020, situations at work became stressful. The company president laid down unrealistic expectations, which triggered my anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). I made it a point to stick through the tough time when I received a sudden lay-off due to the COVID-19 pandemic. I became one of 20 million unemployed people; I live in Nevada, the hardest-hit state.
It’s August, and I am turning 52 years old this month. I hoped things would get more comfortable as I get older, but no, not so much. However, I continue to persevere and survive.

Situation
A sunrise in silence. There are times when the moments are meaningful and meaningless. We don’t always know the difference. A push erases composure; a reaction triggers an untimely detonation.
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