Things continue pretty awful.
The terror, dread thing is not confined simply to morning hours, now leaking into day proper.
I just feel carved out…empty..
There was a quote in the Nation about anxiety by Rollo May to the effect that the greater the anxiety, the greater the humanity of the person suffering it.
If so I must be very human. Or how did Nietzsche put it, “Human, Too Human.”
Because I am just choking on the stuff.