The World Threatens

Along with the absurd Trump/Republican shutdown (flights anyone?) and impending Brexit turmoil (can we be said to have an actual UK government at the moment?), the holiday is past and the holiday season is dissolving into memory which means that the quotidian chores and encounters rear their heads again.

They fill me with dread.

It will all sorta work out, but I feel the anxiety.

One thing I believe has happened is that while I have rather few overt panic attacks (fewer…not none), they haven’t actually gone away. I just sublimate or suppress them. This is better in some ways (overt ones are physically taxing for example) but the covert ones involve a lot of sheer avoidance and don’t necessarily leave me feeling good. Or perhaps not even less tired.

A perennial New Year hope is to find a better way.