Under Pressure

I have been under pressure lately. Mostly the usual pressures of work, life and family, but also the unusual pressure of dealing with my brother’s death.

Along with all the wonderful pressure, I have also had to deal with pressure’s asshole friends, anxiety, depression, acid reflux, self-doubt, sleeplessness, etc.

But I am making my way out from under the soul-crushing pressure. Little by little, bit by bit. A run here, a therapy session there. A daily pill to help numb it all until I can handle life without.

I am fighting like hell to release enough steam to feel like myself again. I don’t want to feel “normal”, though. Normal is a town in Illinois, not a state of being.

That is all. For now.


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