I woke up in the throes of anxiety. I know exactly why (we just lowered some of my medication), but it's still scary. I look at this tree and instead of seeing something beautiful, I see something frightening and foreboding, the prickly branches exploding against the sky.
I'm scared and practically certain that if Ronald isn't dead yet, he will die at some point today. Also, that I will get in a bloody car crash on the way to therapy this morning and that our dogs will break their legs just walking around the house. It's horrible that when I am anxious I have this strange feeling that I can tell the future.
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