Running up a Snowy Hill: A long-winded analogy about a feeling that might be called anxiety or worry or something

I woke up this morning feeling as low as I have for a long time. Twisted up on some knot I couldn’t find. The feeling made no sense. My bed was nice. The hotel┬áhad free chocolate.┬áThe night before had been brilliant. In fact, I had a million reasons to feel good. The free chocolate was … Continue reading Running up a Snowy Hill: A long-winded analogy about a feeling that might be called anxiety or worry or something