For my dear old cat, bless her.
My anxiety often makes me feel isolated and at odds with the rest of the world. It doesn’t fall neatly into one of those categories you see listed in books and on various websites. For me, the anxiety seems to be a Venn diagram which encompasses various anxieties and phobias. General? Tick. Agoraphobia? Tick. Social?…
I watched you take your final breath…..
I sure don’t feel too hot….
To all the Services
Leaves that choked my every drain
I think of all the things to say…..
Your photo sits in pride of place
I stare into the darkness….
The trouble with exercise is that it requires effort and motivation. I admit that I have a serious shortage of these qualities. Maybe I’ve spent too much time around cats because I see a period of exercise as a snooze wasted. However, I recently identified a need to tone myself up a bit but with…