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Anxiety is a parasite. It's a living being that thrives on the adrenaline it makes you generate. It's a tricky thing that evades being caught and eliminated for good. It'll go into hiding somewhere in the dark recesses of your brain and lies in wait until everything is quiet before striking hard. Why does the parasite wait? Because it has learned somehow that the adrenaline is sweeter if allowed to stay down for a while before being prodded back again all nice and plentiful and fresh.
Damned parasite. It decided last night that it had waited long enough and started to prod at my subconscious when I was drifting off to sleep, causing broken and nonsensical mini-nightmares. It woke me up and decided it wasn't pleased that I wasn't reacting enough so it squeezed at my back so that I couldn't sleep in bed anymore. Then when I was foolish enough not to take anything aside from pain meds, decided to worm back into the dreams.
Suffice it to say, I'm tired today and glad that I'd already planned to take the day off. However screw that parasite. A little white pill will take care of things tonight...I hope.
Damned parasite. It decided last night that it had waited long enough and started to prod at my subconscious when I was drifting off to sleep, causing broken and nonsensical mini-nightmares. It woke me up and decided it wasn't pleased that I wasn't reacting enough so it squeezed at my back so that I couldn't sleep in bed anymore. Then when I was foolish enough not to take anything aside from pain meds, decided to worm back into the dreams.
Suffice it to say, I'm tired today and glad that I'd already planned to take the day off. However screw that parasite. A little white pill will take care of things tonight...I hope.