Anxiety on the other hand, for me, is scary and spiky. Pointy and sharp in most areas and really high and steep in others. Like a rollercoaster (which I do not like) with very uncomfortable seat backs that dig into my spine and backs of my legs.

And like old friends can do, anxiety and I are going on 15 years together, it reminds me what is and isn’t for me. Even when the way they say it can be annoying and predictable, they mean well.

Anxiety and grief know me and I know them. Sometimes they walk hand in hand. Sometimes they jump out of the bushes alone.

Last night I replied to friend’s post of their local night out with, “Please, please, please be safe.” Love wrapped in judgement.

I’m certain their post was coming from a place of love and support for our local community and service-based industries being hit hard by what’s happening.

Fuck me very much.

We are all doing our best, trying to make the best decisions we can with the information we have.