2020.02.11 Head Down, Holding On
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There is nothing wrong.
Worry about losing what is right chases me through the maze of my thoughts and feelings.
I am loved.
My ability to access the people and activities that bring me joy is harshly circumscribed.
The future looks good.
Any sense of control or choice slips through my fingers with every grasp.
It's not that anything bad has happened, or is happening.
It's that I have mostly doubts instead of ready coping mechanisms.