Growing Up, Love

Cast Out

At the end of the first really, truly single week of my life since 2002 (that’s 11 years of men, my friends), lessons blow in gales. I can barely hear a thing. My eyes sting.
 
Somehow, I am still upright.
 
Honestly? It’s a little bit thrilling.
 

Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

– Anais Nin, February 1947

 

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