I was frantic about this tiny post I had to make for the art-blog I said I'd write for, it was anxiety provoking.
But then I popped my magic little pill, 1/2 mg of peace and quiet. Was able to write.
Two things: one--why don't they give this out like candy. Two--what must it felt like to take 20 mg like my dad did during his death-bed panic attacks?
Unless I eat a whole prescription at once, I suppose I'll never know.
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