Some Good Deeds Are Unpredictable
Anxiety has always been in my life. As far back as I can remember I have had nervous tendencies and overwhelming perceptions of everyday life. It was like anxiety was interwoven into the fabric of my very being and the tapestry formed dropped a few loops and the quality was shaky at best. At the age of sixteen, this tangled mess of perpetual unease that covered me like a parody of a superhero’s cape had finally reached its highest peak.
