In Case..
you didn't know.
Into my thirties I go. My cat is growing old. She is dying. My father is growing old. He is dying. I am growing old. I am not dying. But the future is this great, terrifying, black abyss and I have no desire to step into it.
A nameless fear, a menacing fear. Its cause cannot be identified. I guess that's why they call it free-floating anxiety.
Into my thirties I go. My cat is growing old. She is dying. My father is growing old. He is dying. I am growing old. I am not dying. But the future is this great, terrifying, black abyss and I have no desire to step into it.
A nameless fear, a menacing fear. Its cause cannot be identified. I guess that's why they call it free-floating anxiety.
Labels: abuse, Bella Cat, fear, free floating anxiety, mental illness, parents
posted by Louise at 3:28 am
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