"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." Khalil Gibran.
Sunday, February 16, 2025
Bedwetting, Nail Biting, shallow breathing, and impending doom afoot
The undertow of lifetimes of anxiety disorders where babies sometimes wash away from mommy's arms in muddy French Broad flood waters leads to ancestral lifetimes of morbid depression. Now imagine that shit.