The Burned Shadow

Mine is not a lava lamp panic. It doesn’t merely grumble and agitate and occasionally bloop out a ball of molten yuck. Oh, no. Mine angrily churns, roaring in anger, spitting out white-hot bullets of insanity and terror. It sets the world on fire, maliciously devouring every speck of calm in my entire world. And I skate above the cauldron of panic on a tissue-thin plate of ice borne only of medication. It’s scary how close I am to burning. Some mornings (like today) I can almost smell my shadow burning. Until tomorrow… Chloe #anxiety #panic #mentalillness #lava