I hope you be granted an easy rest from the shadows that stalk the halls of the church. Anxiety can strike like a phantom, and where they least expect it.
I heard that the Valerian Chamomile compound can bring some of the most surreal dreams.
~bartender - hot toddy, if you please.
Maybe I can tempt fate and finally talk about the last few months.
I haven’t been able to even think about it, really, without bringing on the anxiety attacks.
I never get anxiety attacks, despite my lifestyle… and it’s been sixteen years since my first panic attack (the big one).
Maybe I’m far enough removed, now, or maybe this drink and the valerian/chamomile compound I stacked earlier is doing its job more effectively than I imagined.
Gods… The Church comes for the children early tomorrow… this morning they barely let me say goodbye… I’ve got to get to sleep.
Tomorrow, maybe. Tomorrow the story.
I hope you be granted an easy rest from the shadows that stalk the halls of the church. Anxiety can strike like a phantom, and where they least expect it.
I heard that the Valerian Chamomile compound can bring some of the most surreal dreams.
You must be in communion with the Sandman himself; for, while my dreams **are** normally **quite** vivid, the last few nights - starting the night you spoke to me on my way out - my dreams have become wrapped in dreams.
Yes, I wake up twice: once into yet another dream - a separate life - twice into the waking world, but only after falling asleep. What do you make of that?
(I wish I could say I wake up refreshed twice-over, but alas)
My words grow long, I apologize.
In parting:
I believe I've seen you around here for quite some time; I notice your quiet, earnest ways with those who frequent here, and I just want to say: thank you.