
Photo by Rosie Hardy
The amount of stuff I feel saturates me sometimes to the point of puking. I want to vomit it all out to be rid of it, or else it will suffocate me. Physically. A hand of anxiety willplantits meaty fingers on my chest and pushdown until I choke.
I used to ignore this and channel it inward and get sick, in the body and in the mind. I didn't understand where it was coming from. That's what everyone did, especially everyone in Russia. Our lovely cultural upbringing canbe su...
Published on March 05, 2015 12:35