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[maefourtwenty]

Part of this difficult anxiety development is having to face the demons. These tiny, involuntary spasms of doubt that find their way to my surface. so much so, its painful. my fingertips are sore from merely typing. my legs and arms, lined with a painful tickle that is far from a comfortable giggle. The pangs of panic - run - while stationary at my desk cause a real conflict in adrenaline within me.

Jane Kenyon personified her depression and made it a person, pressing hard against her as she lay helpless in a cradle. I like metaphors. Thus, this cloak of fear was pressed upon me at a young age.